I’m lost in the dirt trying to keep me alive
I’m drunk, I’m not fine, I’m running lonesome
I’m stealing or begging in your sick society
I never had a time to feel my bones grow…
We born in our grave
I’m searching for the light but it’s so far away
In an ocean of grime my blood is drying up fast
With my soaked cloths in another night…
Silicone feelings, plastic blood, concrete smiles!
We born in our grave
No we have no name
Lost in cold chains, in this cold life
No one to blame your hell inside
Lost in cold chains, in this cold life
Always too late to reach the sky
