An Handful Of Dust Ordinary Life
And we tried to give up
With different eyes
We have seen
But we cut our wings
With our own hands
Laughed at our own sadness
Cause is too easy to be sad,
Too difficult to be happy
You know...
And maybe something can take us
To a perfect condition
To understand all this shit
And everyday our desire
Is to return to our prison
And follow the line of a sick brain
Our voice is trapped
In a river of whispers
Our walls are nice and pleasant,
We love their lovely cold touch
To swallow in our
Scarred melancholic solitude
We are not inspired to...
We're not really inspired to...
We don't really care to...
We don't really think of...
We are not capable to...
We don't really enjoy to...
We don't really like to...
Be something!
And maybe showing our emotions
It's only a way to hide our true selves
Come on Let's go!
Doors are closing
I am trapped inside
I control this situation
From the dark of my condition
I'm the ruler of my future
I'm not trapped, this is me: free!
Go now, f..ck you all!
Blood runs down the wall
Time and time I tried to go
Against these walls I broke my soul
Scared now I escape
I realize this dream of mind
Lost and naked here I come
Sorry man... I prefer my hole
