Now you can't remember a substantial
Movement
Which caused to feel that it's bad to hit and
It's bad not to hit
That it's bad to judge and it's bad to forgive
When the voice of your memory
Screams to the silence
The changing hides this formality
Beside the humiliated and tormented gratitude
Your wounds are deep
Your words are moody footprints
You'd like to have others' lives to live
Without soul
In order to stop judgement
In order to stop to curse
Try to stop and forgive
'cause there's no anger, no compa**ion
Only the nightmare of pa**ing flames
The lifelessness of the same faces bore you
You're so far from the facts
And the miracles can't redeem you, as well
When you say good-bye to your memories