Disloyal (Pol)

The Pain of Existence

Disloyal (Pol)


Walking trought the night 
I see many faces 
So many masks to hide 
The pain of existence 
Just look around 
You are not the only one 
Losing a hope in chase after 
The aim of the life 
How can I seek a destiny 
If I don`t know a source 
Why can not we retire 
The game called life 
The pain of existence... 
How did this come about 
That everything is reduced to death 
I can not find a way to escape 
From the pain of existence