Fase Terminal. Día 1

Saturday



Disillusion, dissension

One love for a life but no life for one love

No sacrifice, no compromise

Misunderstandings and we’re fed up staying

If one feeling can hurt a man


I wanna be inhuman


I ain’t got no lust for pleasure
I don’t want to suffer


Dysfunction, distortion
See the modern quest, the blooming of itself
Don’t look backward, don’t look forward
This generation waits for a revelation
If one feeling can hurt a woman
She wanna be inhuman


Is there anyone who can help her ?
She doesn’t want to suffer


Tell me if it’s a game
See your empty life
Tell me if it’s a shame
See my empty life

Division, destruction
Nuclear family has one foot in the grave
Solitude in the hive
One point for self-service lives
I like your void, do you like mine ?
We’re glad untogether

I like your freedom, do you like mine ?
See us when it’s better


Do you trust me?

When I say I’m nothing when you don’t look at me
When you give me substance to be something now
If not, I won’t be anything
When this world comes back to the void

Do you trust me now?

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