words are just words, and I’m not keen on talking
maybe it’s me, but I prefer showing
All my head and heart capable of..
..doing something great – without that, please
it was enough the people living in their madness
giving up on hopes, sinking in sadness
blindly telling lies, making up excuses
paralyzed by fears, covering abuses.
Beyond recognition it feels like a dream.
I close my eyes sometimes and for what I’ve seen
everything’s blurry and looks like a mess
but that’s how I’ve broken the home of distress
// be kind to eachother. //