Eye for an I
Eye for an I
An eye for an eye
Blood for a heart
Sword for a gun
Bomb for a country
We for a you
You for an eye
That's how the world works,
We talk about humanity, about goodness, about all things that make us more real, more human;
But, the dark fact is we are all just blackened spirits,
Running, searching and begging for new ways to whiten our souls,
We lost ourselves in the search for perfection.
Souls, are immortal, their supposed to live forever,
But slowly, yet surely
We feel ourselves getting suffocated,
By guilt, the anger and all the hatred.
We're all our own demonda, our own weakness.
The side of light has now found the absence if it.
We give a carless ear to the cries
We laugh at the pain
We blind ourselves from the truth
Because, you know it's hard not to
We are all masterpieces if the wrong tomes,
Cause there was more darker colors uses than the lighter ones,
We're torn pictures pretending,
Pretending to be perfect, ignorant and incomparable.
We do see the negative, but then a blind eye to it
Is this what we've come to?
Just a lone voice, in the midst of the noise?
Just a single candle in the darkness?
Just the sole goodness in this world of bitterness?
An eye for an eye
Blood for a heart
Sword for a gun
Gun for a country
We for a you
You for an eye.