We sing and dance
We laugh and cry
We live and die
Let’s drink to forget our past
And this torture, and our pain
In this place
In this world that chokes us, always
Through a veil of broken glass
And an igniting cloak
The biting cold of our naked shelter shines
Isolated from the heinous glares
Why all this hate?
An uninterrupted crusade for the triumph of anguish
A masochistic mechanism to restrain salvation
Hope is at our door
Just let it in
It screams in vain
To keep you
A semblance of preservation in continual trepidation
A vehement craving for an unattainable myth
Hope is at our door
Just let it in
It screams in vain
To keep you sane
In this nightmare
Free your mind from this hell
A neglected narration of a burdensome culmination
The rehabilitation of a fragmented rationality
Hope is at our door
Just let it in
It screams in vain
To keep you in this nightmare
We sing and dance
We laugh and cry
We live and die
Let’s drink to forget our past
And this torture, and our pain
In this place
In this world that chokes us, always
Through a veil of broken glass
And an igniting cloak
A discolored skin generated by damage
Resilience as a forceful fury
We will avenge