Many, many years ago
We began to use a little word
It was like the fire
Good servant, but a bad master
Many, many years ago
All was going fast and wrong
What if..
You cannot break a broken man
You cannot face the deathblow twice
Can I have the good news first?
Option I want to choose
All around us is moving in sequence
We were born alone, raised to die alone
Only built our own illusion of we’re not
Breathing for our Gods to save us before the dawn
Believe that hope dies last, like every prison has a weak point
Have the strength to believe in deliverance
We were born alone, raised to die alone
Only built our own illusion of we’re not
Breathing for our Gods to save us before the dawn
Believe that hope dies last, like every prison has a weak point
What if the truth makes me a bad person?
We all have scars, nobody is immaculate
Forgiveness means to get rid of guilt and let it go
And then? ... All is going fast and wrong
In a perfect world, this could never happen...
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