In a world of devoid of emancipation. Like leaves too many question marks. On my conscience, why?. Why look up. The ground is so much more pleasing. And it's where these eyes belong. I renounce
pointless thing devoid of grace Where you don't know what you're after. Or if something's after you. And you don't know why you don't know. In a world without heroes In a world without dreams. Things are
?. (What are we fighting for?) What will I tell my daughter?. What will you tell your son? Where were all the doves?. That we were nothing but a shadow. A faceless generation devoid of love? The crucifix
pointless thing devoid of grace. . Where you don't know what you're after. Or if something's after you. And you don't know why you don't know. In a world without heroes. . In a world without dreams
