III

When the belief falls apart after one drink,
The love in excess makes you worried sick.
You resemble souls that grind out the people.
Like a flush who divides the good and the evil...
And here we are again, for an inglorious start.
But you can't see the scars of my bitter heart.
All we ever need is to let us taste some pain.
Facing the threats, will you faithfully remain?
Friends and enemies will mourn us at the wake.
Everything burned in our path, for God' sake...

We feed ourselves with lava from the flame.
You sink in the dark and no one is to blame.
Demons inside us are praying a natural guilt.
Poisoned eyes destroy all that we ever built.
No words of wisdom, life is a deal that we broke.
We're still running through a journey of smoke...
Surviving, like a freezed bait in a rampant storm.
Unleashed by a bite, we find our way back home.
We struggle to stick wild in the fight, to recover.
We are natural born monsters, aren't we, Father?