If hope is a kind of weakness
relief is just about the way you feel the pain
this pure and harmless tension
replaces all defections making you breathe and awake we're slaves of our conscience
we're lugging day by day this perfectly measured depression
there's nothing left to gain
there're no more heroes to save the day
impressions can change but the fact is still the same
we are alone
you can't just refuse being human
keep wandering around the solution
you're just too scared to be dead
but you don't need to die to be forgotten and useless
we have no choice
forget all the poems about fancy future
remember, the wishes are done
your misery seems to be simply in vain
leave worries behind
your pointless existence is colored with shades of gray we're stuck between the shadows of future and sorrow of past
impressions can change but the fact is still the same
we are alone
you can't just refuse being human
keep wandering around the solution
you're just too scared to be dead
but you don't need to die to be forgotten and useless you'll carry your failure till darkness devours you
you are just sold.