She looks up and prays as she won't last longer than the tread of a cloud.
Her justice goes beyond perception.
but cursed is this teardrop vale where we are lost
in front of the unknown, her God has fled the weight of piety and there is no one.
Nothing.
Nowhere to hide. A desert to die for indifference, for hypocrisy, for some fake ideals, for the downfall
of her belief. Just for an end in misery.
She's been trained to lower the head and eat the Father
To await some promised land and love words
Such a useless power her will to change
Such a useless strength all her unattained dreams
At the dawn of Modern Age, the Men have fled the weight of piety and there is no one.
Nothing.
Nowhere to hide. A desert to die for indifference, for hypocrisy, for some fake ideals, for an eternal
nihility. Just for the end of suffering.
She's been trained to learn with the humility of children
To forgive the jackals and call it moral
Such a useless strength all her unattained dreams
Such a useless power her will to change
And there's nothing...
