Acrybia

I walk through the darkness
To me it's real
You're buying time
You're to blind to see

I'm no one
But without me
Everything
Is nothing

Time will not heal the deep
Scars in memories
It will expand them
Forever

The key to life
Is a mystery
In a stranger's hands

The suffering is yours
There's no tommorow
Killed for the reason of
Unfaithful conceptions

God is inside me
In the same way
He loves and kill
Father's hypocrisy
Manipulation in
The theatre of godly hatred

Pathetic excuse for the mankind