What's in God's word have we become into...
In the path of self destruction we remain unclear
The fog blinds me
And I ask to myself:"What's there?"
For I'm afraid of the darkness
I pray for a light to guide this poor fellow which eyes have abandon
Hooked to the easy roads
Trapped within ilusions
Even good men eventually fall...
Even good men eventually fell...
Such a pity to finally take the last breath...
For I am blind and I see further then you...
