| The thought of getting old
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| Was passing through my head
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| Without doing what I think is best
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| Black sheeps dressed in white
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| The Devil in disguise
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| The need for doing right things
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| Was hunting me down for the cause
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| I had to quit in sin
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| To forsake the holy oath
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| The gates of Heaven will close for me
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| The sadness of a holy youth
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| I didn’t feel it inside
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| Screaming thoughts in my mind
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| Chained by religious pride
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| As years went by I just felt it stronger
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| It was growing inside just like a hunger
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| Hunger
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| Decisions of life are easy to make
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| Illusions are brittle and easy to break
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| To live in the very moment is highly to prefer
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| Instead of the promise that never show any worth
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| Ashes of old men
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| Grey, the colour of wasted lives
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| A life that wasn’t wanted
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| Betrayed themselves all the time
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| Paced along by old men
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| Hungry for eternal life
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| Crave forgiving from the damned
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| Can’t fulfil requirements
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| Drop out and meet your own paradise |