From the Cradle to the Grave

I was born in a world condemned to destruction
What other end could our race meet?

Since our first breath we're slaves of needs that were imposed to us
Needs that create frustration

Happiness, such a strange concept
Depending on who and when

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave

What makes you happy could become
Ashes in your mouth
And stabs to your heart

Happiness, such a strange concept
Depending on who and when
When needs were not owners
Of my time nor my energy

So is the pressure coming from our families
Their religions, their lifestyles and moral codes
Imposed on us by inertia
But leaving you with a new feeling

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From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave

Sin and disappointment are the most powerful chains
Created by the gods



Credits
Writer(s): Ismael González
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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