Save Their Aim - Cataract

We pretend to care in the stuffy air we breath all day

We find ourselves oppressing life that’ll never know

Save their aim from the ashes

Too scared to lose our worthful power of blind control

Where’s the right to rise with own force to built their system

Save their aim from the ashes

Delightful cultures that’ll never grow with our apparent sense of relief

Our sweat ain’t more than false deception and

Our helping hands are full of blood and dirt

Save their aim from the ashes

We set the frame in the genuine rain of a lost generation

Our sweat ain’t more than false deception and

Our helping hands are full of blood and dirt

Save their aim from the ashes

All our norms have been stamped in innocent flesh

All our past has been burying their unborn hope

All our ignorance has unleashed all their misery

Save their aim… from the ashes