Disowned Inc.
I can feel you far away,
your hesitation matching mine.
Sadness left me far away yea,
Your contemplation turn to wine
An old man stares at me
In mutual bizarre reverie
Laugh at thy neighbor
Pretend you are sane, just the same
You survived in vain
Laugh at thy neighbor
Pretend you are sane, just the same
You survived in vain
Time is the father of existence
Rhyme, the brother of resistance
Broken down by men in their crazy mind
Void is the mother of unknown distance
Will, the sister of persistence
Stripping under the elusive sky
The potion of devotion
Euphoric scriptures of the ocean
Laugh at they neighbour
Pretend you are sane just the same
You survived in vain
Time is the father of existence
Rhyme, brother of resistance
Broken down by men in their crazy mind
Void is the mother of unknown distance
Will, the sister of persistence
Stripping under the elusive sky
I felt so alone
'Til you came into my life
And stopped the pain
I felt so alone then you came into my life
And poured the rain
I feel so alone dressed in the dark silk clothing of your own distain
I feel so disowned since your children took our arms in your own name.
God name's different in every language
God name's different in every language
Bombs envision compulsive solution
Gods speak different in every language.
Bombs envision compulsive solution
God speaks different in every language.
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