8 acessos
Hostage of solutions that you must swallow
In a prelude to a life with empty dreams
They told you how to be tomorrow
Emotional blackmail is a curse of society
A sharp aim makes you a prey
A heartless soul or a pariah
Don’t let them take away your humanity
We’re the last ones of a dying breed
We’re having a lack of sensibility
We’re the last ones of a dying breed
I’m tired of marching on without enjoying little things in life
You try to get some sleep but this choke is hanging you high
Nostalgia for a life you never had
A maze of symptoms for unholy lies
We’re lost in the dark of clouded minds
Searching for a light that could guide us
Children watches others die
While some try to sell you inner peace
Don’t let them take away your humanity
We’re the last ones of a dying breed
We’re having a lack of sensibility
We’re the last ones of a dying breed
I’m tired of marching on without enjoying little things in life
You try to get some sleep but this choke is hanging you high