In The Park

Nobody can see as if it was dark
nobody saw, the hatred in that park

for me the rage is too high
people sick they cant even cry
the blood in them is too dry
theres no shame they love to lie

i see the ocean breaking down the sun
i see people are shut down with a gun
but I'm screaming we don't have to run
thats our fate it has been already done

we always imagine the end of the human kind
we always worry about what dead may find
is it important to make stories in our mind?
cant we just admit that we are blind?

this life is controlled by the human lust
you cant see, not through all this dust
you cant feel, not through all this rust
it covers you, no one here to trust

what do you call something with no believer?
what can you do with something make you weaker
no, I'm not that thing seeker
i rather burn my heart on a damned heater

giving up life to the men of stupidity
taking over our souls in such facility
stepping over our nicks, claiming immortality
judging the universe, eliminating reality

the end is close cant you see
that this damned door is closing on me
he wont survive nor will she
he will cry, yes, thats the fee