Trauma Wings Of Frustration
In every moment of your life
You were trying to fulfill
To satisfy conditions
And all known and unknown
Were only make demands
Were only make demands
On the wings of frustration
I reach the highest point
I reach the highest point
On my destiny
Desolation of my relations
In th circle of close f(r)iends
Felicity is my camouflage
But in reality
I'm waiting for the moment of attention
I'm flaying on the wings of frustration
On my destiny
But I know it's the right time
To show me to all surrounding
That jester is dead
I'll jeopardize
Cause it's my way of life
