The Human Race

The human race is bleeding over the mass
The walking dead is living under the bed
The purity is not the way for redemption
Before my silence broken under the infection
You are the blind, the unable to see
Your fucking God can not see misery
I walk the street, I see belief and the opression
No matter how, can not see resurrection
Coming to push you away
Coming the lies that you say
Coming the death more than stay
Coming with the shades of grey

- look into my eyes, see my sacrifice! Redemption
Redemption, when the lies before these things that you say
Come to push you away