Bullets fall on souls of below,
New orphans are crying soaked in blood of their families,
Shocked by the terrible noise,
Appaled by the horror of forever.
Disgrace becomes in mere ash,
When nobody hears the screams from the other side,
Empathetic moment to other lifes,
Dissipated By Oblivion.
Shots, running, Grapeshots, running,
Escaping from fire, destruction and suffering,
Reached. Waiting for the moment of calm,
Spiral of death, the end of my desire.
Disgrace becomes in mere ash,
My life is not here, I'm part of a number,
The smiles will never arise again,
Dissipated By Oblivion.
By Oblivion.
By Oblivion.
Dissipated By Oblivion.
Their lifes are planned as one,
Avoiding the pain of the others,
Devoting one minute to the circumstance:
Accepting their luck, assimilating our deaths.
Survival is not an option,
Because we are born in a place,
Where life is considered a currency,
And consequences are payed with agony.
Disgrace becomes in mere ash,
Blood employed as a legal tender,
Particles that silence the cries,
Dissipated By Oblivion.
By Oblivion.
By Oblivion.
Dissipated By Oblivion.
After all we pray beyond the lies,
Beyond the clogged ears of the world.
It's better than believing in nothingness,
The taste of daily bread is worst.
Reality will knock at their doors,
When the bombs fall around them,
When they will be on the other side
They'll remember the parsimony.
Disgrace becomes in mere ash,
When nobody hears the screams from the other side,
Empathetic moment to other lifes,
Dissipated By Oblivion.
By Oblivion.
By Oblivion.
Dissipated By Oblivion.