Warrel Dane все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

These are the days when we celebrate host and parasite
Bold are the words of the cold unfeeling neophyte

I live in a sick world without balance or sense of reality

In a fractured moment we are torn into the fragments
Of a sick world without equilibrium

And the parasites that call themselves the pretty ones
Licked their lips acknowledging the suffering they had created
And yet felt no remorse

In between the quiet space
Of cold defense and misplaced selfish rage
I blame defiantly
Not like the others that came before

I remember this old man and the wisdom he shared with me
Upon his knee I'd listen
I remember words he spoke and the look behind his quiet eyes
In silent bliss life gives little lessons

He spun tales of worlds unseen
Now he sacrificed his youthful dreams
He lived his life again just for me

Is it insane to think the world could change?
Just look at how far that we have fallen
I am a slave, I feed the fire, I am a pawn within this world gone so wrong
If your enemy looked you in the eyes would you pull the switch?
Would you suffer for your chosen victim?
Or justify your will to feed the rich?

The world is ruled by fools and thieves

When the ones you love have let you down
Feel failure and wear the fool's crown
Remember still there is a blessing
Within the hardest lesson

You self serving arrogant sycophant
Your selfish acts, thoughtless tasks and livid rants
Every time you want to make the world go away