Scary smoke, bloody road
damned seconds, seconds for the dead.
You´re sleeping, yet living for your hope
while others have already reached their coasts...
From there they can´t escape to God, face to face,
tears of the unborn spoil your dreamless rest.
I can see only lost hope in your eyes,
strong wind´s bending the tree branches and your mind.
Around, all around is about to live, you keep your empty face
prejudice and hypocrisy, can´t be forgotten.
You are listening to the voices of the unborn.
Voices of the unborn inside youself.
