Finality to freedoms theft
Now I regain my old face
I am the voice, forged from the next
The world inside design
To reminisce of humanistic traits devoid of love
Find me intact, though I insist I'm scattered all over this earth
Can I forgive? I beg for solace. Condemn myself for being
Can I forgive? I beg for solace. Condemn myself for being human born.
Another day on man's green earth we regress
Another day on man's green earth; bastard (child) of our sins.