Castaway The Wanting Seed
Reality show
With some good reasons to die
Emotional void fills the human ruins that you find
What you expect
Is not what you see
Shadow of threat has darkened the light in your mind
They blind us with colors
Feed us with lies
Their kingdom of heaven’s falling down from the red
skies
Who’s got the power of choosing
one truth that is worth to be seen?
Who’s trading the history for what could have been?
Enthroned by doctrines of fear, raging silence
To your rhythm we’re marching through time
Dark is the guide as we’re hiding
From flames when they’re feeding the sparks
Nothing left to say
From behind closed doors
Waiting for something or someone to call the enemy
There’s no way out
From this killing spree
Freedom’s exploding in bondage of brutality
In this life
Why am I here?
How can I fight this dark?
Death is near
No man’s land is near
Slave to the fear, end is near
