Last of His Kind - Faminehill

I will bury myself

to hide from all of you

i was the air and you were the fire

burning from below

you used me up the brigthness fades

only the muzzle fire lights the bullet running free

there are too much of you

it makes no sense to me

how you all never known nothing about morality

this is my tender confession

of what i figured out

distress, bitterness, agression

howers inside and runs around

blood on your hands, deny, it wasn’t you, wash it, there’s clean water from the

tap

there’s a difference between man and beast

called compassion most of you never heard of it

i had an idea but that’s impossible to make it all alone

being calm feels odd to me after all we’ve been going through

my spinal is breaking but it’s still in my back

how can you stand with such confidence

it never ment a problem to steal what isn’t yours

you think you’re going forward but you’re closing open doors

and i see as our life will fucking fall apart

because those days are gone

when we were all about to help each other

in the struggeling moment

these values were the basic of our goodness and our happiness

but now they’re gone forever

i will keep myself asleep

there’s nothing to be affraid of

even nightmares are better than awake

this was my tender confession

of what i figured out

distress bitterness agression

howers inside and runs around

it’s a shame but i have to admit it

that we are all the fucking same

vicious circle of our downfall

It’s a shame but i have to admit it vicious circle of our down fucking fall