Versuri Focuri - Distant Path
Focuri - Distant Path Work hard, live well Those fundamentals you're in, Half drained, half stuffed, Well treated like an old mule. Your god is great It's feeding your delusion, I've seen, your faith It's growing into madness. Why do we fight? These walls When we are hardly raise them, Enslave ourselves And eat the dreams that made us. All these men running from a distant path Are shifting away from the holes they fit. Those brave men fighting for a chance on top Are finding their way through the graves they dig.