Anger (The Void That Stops the Wind)

Life is so strange
I killed a man to kill the pain he caused me
But in his eyes I didn't see any fear
The hangmen don't suffer but they also have no relief
Life is so strange
I was putting flowers in my prison cell
Was it the revenge that made me a slave?
'cause the door was open but I could not see

But when I was a little child
I asked my mother "tell me what is anger?"
And she said "don't ask me again,
Anger is the void that stops the wind
It's a mistake which becomes a sin
Anger is the fog in the eyes of the weak"

Life is so strange
You spend your life to forge an identity
Getting angry to defend what the others can't steal
In one person kingdom it's easy to become a king
But there are no graves
Big enough to contain our mistakes
Don't you get tired of punishments?
'cause I've been tired since a tender age

But when I was I little child
I asked my mother "tell me what's the anger?"
And she said "don't ask me again,
Anger's the void that stops the wind
It's a mistake which becomes a sin
Anger is the fog in the eyes of the weak"

When my time will come
I'd just like to be surrounded by friends, not enemies
Not enemies

I don't know compassion
But I know that thieves and victims often feel the same,
They do not known that even soul's bruises
At the end fade away
Raise a glass over insults and angry memories,
We are all sinners, we're not saints
And If you smile behind the eyes of friends and enemies
Maybe your life will not be spent in vain

But when I was I little child
I asked my mother "tell me what's the anger?"
And she said "don't ask me again,
Anger's the void that stops the wind
It's a mistake which becomes a sin
Anger is the fog in the eyes of the weak"