Need gave birth to life
Anger gave birth to smile
My brainwash tale

Dust surrounded us
We will hide and you'll find
He's chasing us
Run

Is that the smell of distinction?
Are you dreaming of the ideal whim?
Well I don't know if it compatible or not
You know, with your state of mind

Struggle with yourself
Then loose then win
In short term you feel abused
You think you can ask for something else
Then look at the sky

You will never be free
There's no good, there's no mean
Phobic syndroms on screen
Are we slaves of our sins?