Eyes down toward the flames
We see the sins of our world
Witnessing a feast of atrocity
Being eaten by the weaks
Under the shame's cloak
The painfull truth are hided
Dark like a dying oak
That's our brand new age earth
CHORUS
Finding sleep in the sweet lullaby
Whispered by the voice of your Conscious Insanity
A grim vision of a mind
Of mass-produced frantic soul
Embrace your dreams,but don't be blind
Take the wing that could help fly
CHORUS 2X
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