Believe

I don´t wanna hear all that useless talk we´ll be on ourselves and we all remain
silentlyin our hidden place-hope they'll never find what their greed is of
mastered by their-"want u"-screams they order us to retrieve
some of us still seem to breathe-one won´t last for a life
they scratched our heels in our desperate fields and I just feel sort of loose
I could believe in a rest of peace but I just don´t wanna use
we went on to crawl through the underwood 'till the time would come to return our pain
matured skills will turn onto them-all their stolen goods won´t be helpful then
masturbation for our souls keeps our faith alive
our believe in righteousness has been turned to perfect hate
they scratched our heels in our desperate fields and I just feel sort of loose
I could believe in a rest of peace but I just don't wanna use
and now I run for a life-oh I failed-our souls
can't be well without heart-all to late....
they scratched our heels in our desperate fields and I just feel sort of loose
I could believe in a rest of peace but I just don´t wanna use