Unfaced

Death and misery
Became some friends for me
Remoldind my sins
I need my hands clean

With manipulated crow
Everythings seems be found
Promissed food and ground
Then you sell their souls
Just see in me

My flag stay raised up
You never speak about the things out of your you never show the truth behind your cameras
Sometimes i think that you are felling very sure but
You're not máster inside of my thoughts

How many people hungry scream into the dark of your notes?
How many families you explore till the death ,
Voyeurs of a the detiny tragedy
Your scenes are not real,
I need to made you feel
Their desilussion, their weakness, their voices
I'll fill your soul with all their moans
I want see your face
I want see your face
Unafaced