Cut the sound, cut my tongue

Get me down - underground!!

Take my hand

This can't be life!

Can't take my past it's me

Just like the roots of a tree

Left to depress with my head in my hands

A desperate life, in search of sense

The sound told me to go

To put my shoes on for a stony road

So I care to express with the world in my hands

Trust my eyes, while

We've been walking on the wrong roads, fake ideals

White ribbons representative signs of an era still to come...

Left to depress, with my head in my hands

Blood soaked eyes, lost again

So I care to express with this world in my hands

Trust my eyes, now I understand that

We all have our own little schemes

Left to depress, with my head in my hands

Blood soaked eyes - This can't be life!

No one should ever dare

No one would ever care

We all have our own little dreams

We all have our own little schemes

Fake!!