| Roars
|
| A bone shivering storm
|
| Roars like thunder
|
| A million words like hails
|
| Keeping us constrained
|
| In this slavery
|
| Ground is shaking, walls are breaking
|
| Flickering eyes, hidden behind their disguise
|
| Ground is shaking, walls are breaking
|
| Flickering eyes, hidden behind their disguise
|
| Closer to the true I
|
| Closer to the break from why
|
| Closer to the will to life
|
| And closer to the break from my death
|
| Closer to the true I
|
| Closer to the break from why
|
| Closer to the will to life
|
| And closer to the break from my death
|
| Shut your mouth
|
| Stay out of my head
|
| With all your lies
|
| I know I welcomed you
|
| I know how great mistake it was
|
| Disappear and never come back again
|
| I’m sick and tired of giving up
|
| I lost my mind it had to stop
|
| Life is what we make it
|
| Grab it, own it and make it yours
|
| Life is what we make it
|
| Grab it, own it and make it yours
|
| And their voice says dance to the rhythm from our head
|
| From the dead
|
| On the verge of insanity
|
| Enslaved by their vanity
|
| Everything beyond seems to have lost
|
| Its will and its course
|
| Strangely different poles, numbers and equations without a meaning
|
| True image, true purpose, true life
|
| Where will we find our way
|
| Here we stand now full of destruction
|
| Nowhere to place it
|
| Nowhere to hide it
|
| That’s how it feels, but we must keep walking
|
| Just keep walking
|
| Just keep walking!
|
| Life is what we make it
|
| Grab it, own it and make it yours
|
| Life is what we make it
|
| Grab it, own it and make it yours
|
| Life is what we make it
|
| Grab it, own it and make it yours
|
| Life is what we make it
|
| Grab it, own it and make it yours |