The inspiration comes to you
When you feel the wind come through
The skies still wait to any emotion
When a soul fly with total devotion
The memories rise up again
The rebellion comes by this
While the mind not yet forget,
Forget all thoughts

The sins are made with intension
When the sip of death is not come out
The purgatory was made with
Falsies ideologies and doubts
When the wrong and right
Are both relative in the world
You down slowly and bleeding
While your flesh is nourished

Some people lie to be alive
And lie again to don't be denied
The slaves of destruction
Come bring to us
People of their sickness minds