TIMES ARE MATURE TO DECLARE, SO MUCH I HATE
Forget who I was, erase what've seen
Destroy what you've heard, memories are burned out
Wounds are scars become, promises made of Clay
Times are mature to declare, so much I hate
Stop this hypocrisy
Don't give me your hand please
I know you every time lied to us
All the time passed together was a fiction
And I don't wanna listen anything else
I don't save anything from the past
I known you just a cheap and it could be enough to hate you for the rest of my life
Times are mature to declare, so much I hate.