Final Call - Gaerea

This life where we live its so bored, depressive

No one knows why we born we called sick to grown up alone

Raised by mans sick and tired they worked hard

Gave us the best that they could give and we were not able to succeed

Feeling shit over to the ground buried deep feeling

Our bones crushing one by one

Fingernails bitted till we bleed

This pain is so good is our reason to live

Why we all fight if the end is the same?

Six feet under is deep enough to make us equal like an unborn child

Black or white we want to be someone

We are all made of choices so why do we choose the wrong one?

War is not the answer to stop this carnage

So stand up and face it

Trust?

tell me the definition of trust

We all now what it means

So, why don’t we trust?

Mistakes?

we are made of mistakes

A lie lead us to the grave

We all die in vain

This hole, where i am in it’s so warm, renewing

Everyone knows where we go to a better place called home

Purgatory is our final goal

Enemies, family in the same place same hole

Hell rings

This is our final call

Io left this disgusting body and became only soul

All in the same place

All in the same hole

Mistakes?

we are made of mistakes

A lie lead us to the grave

We all die in vain

Trust?

tell me the definition of trust

We all now what it means

So, why don’t we trust?