Lies Wrote Mysteries - Am I Blood

They’re tearing the pieces of my mind

They fake and surely can’t leave us

Technology understands

Who pulls the strings of sinking Earth

My pride cannot stand another fail

Nomore mistakes to complain

Quite face looking down

Once we dreamed of something new

Now this all is wasting us

Shattered figures roaming on

The innerself of the system

Scared to belive existance

You cannot choose what will remain

Can’t keep these thoughts

They took away

You need a tool for apathy

Somewhere you hear the ancient whisper

When they Lies Wrote Mysteries

Somewhere you hear the ancient whisper

When they Lies Wrote Mysteries

They’re assuring to make all this better

How much to take only empty promises

Within-Whitout

They’re pulling fast

Not much to forsee

Scared to belive…