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• Artiste: Gorod
• Titre: Splinters Of Life
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Why are we alive? Is there anything left to expect? I'm getting tired of living in this stinky desert All around me, the rests of my pride are lying All lives turn into death I can't breath! My heart is bleeding For the human destiny Every glance is bogged down In the nature that we've made lunar Why are we alive? Is there anything left to expect? I'm getting tired of living in this stinky desert All around me, the rests of my pride are lying Rather put an end to it with my hands or with bombs Despicable, disgusting Natural is our taste of destruction Corrupted, dark, guilty Will be our soul after death I could kick myself And what a shame to belong to these living beings I'd rather be an animal No remorse I'd rather be an object Lifeless Just inert With time as master and creator I live in black I'm dream in red All I see is desolation And I'm thinking of what we did My tears are feeding my fellow men's stream of blood I want to loose myself in the twist and turns of disappointment I believed in Man and God, both of them lied to me Is there any reason to live anymore? Who or what can offer me a chance? I'd rather be the wind to fly far away from human species I'd rather be a blade of grass, the one that sticks up again After the steps of the angry warriors As if sun and water were enough! My life continues At last my mind can hear an echo of the survivor's tales I've spent so much time moaning over myself That odd entity allures me Who are you Adam?