Our Hands, Our Words

When life means more than a lie
Everything starts to be more fair
Since my words come back to life
I have tried to keep this pace

Until my death, the world will be a surprise
At each step in my mind, I'm finding the light

I was lost in my time
Now I'm running this hell that stain my pride

When demons are emotions
All days are black
So watch your back and walk again
Awake again

Remember that we used to create solutions
Our hands are our words
There are no illusions

Until my death, some people will surround me
They tried to hold us here, paralyzed

When I freeze my eyes, thinking ..
That my past was overcome
Were all my lies real?
Was I doped? or burying my soul?

We don’t need these memories
These lies we leave behind

When the lies mean more than life
Everything starts to be more enslaved
Everytime you are living a lie
Are you burying your face?