What is the meaning to this life and all the indignation
How can we live within a lie build on condemnation
It is the price we pay for all our sins
Breathing in our minds
Your first mistake will be the last you make
How could you be so blind?
How could you be so blind?
Is it worth all pain you are bringing in frustration?
You're becoming a victim of
your own vindication
Tribulation of a nation washed away by faith
Proclamation fed by hate
A dying state
There is no reason to your deeds
And your proclamation
You justify your point of view
for future generations
This is the life that they have given you
A life you could not choose
And now it is too late to realize
They're sliding on the truth
They're sliding on the truth
Is it worth all pain you are bringing in frustration?
You're becoming a victim of your own vindication
Tribulation of a nation washed away by faith
Proclamation fed by hate
A dying state
