The wind is blowing

Like you have to go away

Fall asleep in the peace of a cemetery

Feeling more confortable in the silence

Between an existence of peace and a tormented one

Don't deceive yourself, you will always want the evil

Confusion is a challenge, a mystery to understand

If you do not suffer in life you're wrong

Suffering is the most genuine teacher

Between an existence of peace and a tormented one

Don't deceive yourself, you will always want the evil

You may be able to handle sudden anger

But the perseverance of pain?

But what I see is a mass lacking

Of interest, identity, passion

And frightened by these features

People are running away, constantly

And I feel like a stranger - Totally foreign

They call it progress - I call it cancer!

Between an existence of peace and a tormented one

Don't deceive yourself, you will always want the evil!

You may be able to handle sudden anger

But the perseverance of pain?

Don't deceive yourself, you will always want the evil!