There were times to pray for a miracle,
to stop dancing like a marionette
to pour out emotional cowardice
to embrace the penchant for security.
Ages of mediocrity bore rumination
and urge as a consequence.
Where half of my soul lies with the roots
the other half lies in doubt.
Ages of mediocrity bore rumination
and urge as a consequence.
You kept your oath, I kept your ruins
embracing the hard choice to condemn
the one who heals you .
No sense of belonging,
no sensation of contribution,
no salvation, no taking part.
The old death is the new death
as crypts are my home .
I can hear the devils footsteps
and in a perverse way we enjoyed the attention.
He came, and we said:
"I want the life the world still owes me!"
to stop dancing like a marionette
to pour out emotional cowardice
to embrace the penchant for security.
Ages of mediocrity bore rumination
and urge as a consequence.
Where half of my soul lies with the roots
the other half lies in doubt.
Ages of mediocrity bore rumination
and urge as a consequence.
You kept your oath, I kept your ruins
embracing the hard choice to condemn
the one who heals you .
No sense of belonging,
no sensation of contribution,
no salvation, no taking part.
The old death is the new death
as crypts are my home .
I can hear the devils footsteps
and in a perverse way we enjoyed the attention.
He came, and we said:
"I want the life the world still owes me!"