The War Of How It Really Feels.

War is the never tiring black
An old order to governate
This fucking everything
Because even not asked
It is needed,
After all no one understands
What we want.

So, we rise
And manifestate
Make it be obvious
Painted on their faces
The scars on our skins
The memories only we have
Our hurt, they never had
So they does not know how it is, how it really feels.
It is easy to talk, is not it?

Eternal
It is an eternal war
Of interests
Needs and cravings
No amem anymore
There is no faith
Down the drain
Together with the will of patience.

I know it is hard
To see, to be on our side
You are all in charge of the grand chaos
Under we are
Only for now, for this while
but you know nothing, weak beings
We are getting higher, over, inside
You.