Exposed to the devil's street.
I'm wearing hate under my
Faces, I can not recognize.
Insomniac, so cold,
Identity gets blurred,
I'm hiding
those skins for too long.
I wage my war ,
This is my own f**ing war
Deceptions
On every f**ing single thought,
No one will ever
Push this out of me.
There is no contrast when everything gets blurred
There is nothing true
Is the whole world running backwards ?
Is this the right place to find a path?
Is anyone hearing
Those screams for aid ?
Insomniac, so cold,
Identity gets blurred,
I'm hiding
Those skins for too long.