Now you can't remember a substantial Movement Which caused to feel that it's bad to hit and It's bad not to hit That it's bad to judge and it's bad to forgive When the voice of your memory Screams to the silence The changing hides this formality Beside the humiliated and tormented gratitude Your wounds are deep Your words are moody footprints You'd like to have others' lives to live
Without soul In order to stop judgement In order to stop to curse Try to stop and forgive 'cause there's no anger, no compa**ion Only the nightmare of pa**ing flames The lifelessness of the same faces bore you You're so far from the facts And the miracles can't redeem you, as well When you say good-bye to your memories