Caio Moro

Undead

Caio Moro


Empty shelves, hollow corridors A daunting smell, never felt before 
Compassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anyway 

A strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I force 
the needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on... 

Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turns 
It's not fair, it's not fair undead