A song about my view of our society
I can hardly be called an artist. I make my music as I feel it, as I like it. I write my lyrics, make the music and sing... That's all.
Lyrics
So invisible, unseen by my eyes
hatred, untouchable, in my scars
painful, deliverance, another soul dies
I sleep and I run away from these lies
Sleepless, eyes are shut, looking for sense
proven innocent, target of offence
holy sacrifice, part of the sequence
I sleep and I can't jump over this fence
I wake up, I see nothing but seeds
they grow into plants and blossom with greed
I wake up, there is nothing in here
only poisonous darts of this daily routine
Love, incomplete, I am so blind
price of existence is so high
poor, unexposed, destined to hide
I sleep and I don't want to stay alive.
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