You want a paradise and I the agony
How much suffering you still have to try to believe
That this is all a fairy tale?
How many people still have to bleed for you
To feel that blood is real?

Despair, crying, anger are all we have
Swallow a placebo to calm and follow
Their march for no reason

You want a blue sky and I an army of black crows
How many tears does it takes to sour your sleep
For you realize that our night will never end?
You want to breed pure feelings
But your demons paints everything black inside you
How many lies will you still tell to deform your fucking life?