It's a small thought about mankind
Closed in every fear - that's real
A creature full of bloody pain
Vision chosen to be done

Ugly sight to be the one
Mystery strange but so low
Little dire in every soul
Frozen with a flowing time

Never ending tears and sweat
Om the path for those who lose
Scars on our hands and souls
Hitting ground with every step

Time will soon reach the bitter end
On perfect form that fills our minds
It's my small painful war
Our journey to the unknown

Please just give a sign
Let your children to see their lives

Dust and dust on silly dreams
Resurrected by memorial cries
Again saving a mortal noise
Of eternal weakness for everyone

(Let me feed you, let me show where to go)

Fruit grown by blind mothers
Outcasts dirty for themselves
Low life with no dignity
Blink of an eye - orphan's way

(Let me feed you, let me show where to go)