The Pessimist

Dirty visions blur the end
They mourning for lust they pay what it cost
Innocents are guilty for their names
We are all victim to fate and wisdom

Right above all these missions I prefer the failure
Saints, misunderstand the crimes
They have made as martyrs
Lies may cover far better
Instead of heart fill with honest
Truth has always been decayed
With words got no conscious

Dirty visions blur the end
They mourning for lust they pay what it cost
Innocents are guilty for their names
We are all victim to fate and wisdom

Hide your holy soul behind your skin of darkness
Out your truly sin you've kept inside in your closet
What we pretend?
We all become the hungry killers
We pray for something we don't deserve to feel ever
We can't stand as one nation
No one will save us now
When passions gone
Come what it may



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Writer(s): Out Nowhere
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