the lock (15/02/08)

the silence overcoming all the
storm and the sounds of the lament
ashes were rising in the air
suffocating

crawling thru the sand, i stay blind
the burning marks are now exposed
blood and filth covers the place
suffocating

now i see the shatters of
we became such mistake

how could you call this freedom?
this shivering cold night
has turned into a nightmare
for you to call your own

say it, you never meant it too
but see it, is true, is true, is true
we feel it everyday (it's wrong)
we shout in every way (it's lost)
done, done

there is only bitterness
there is only bitterness left

how could you call this freedom?
this shivering cold night
has turned into a nightmare
for you to call your own