Everything the injuries what we feel
That makes us fall a sleep
Now we rise to prove
That we're not just a trash
Trample all dirt, blocking foul
Rose pursue answers
Sounds vindictive destruction
Everything the injuries what we feel
That makes us fall a sleep
Now we rise to prove
That we're not just a trash
Trample all dirt, blocking foul
Weakened soul is not to death
Inhibition of blood is not silent
Stopping the mind
Not shouting
Closed the eye
Is not fucking dream