Текст песни
Day by day when a newborn dies, welcome to the real world
We are slaves in the hands of fate, who are chosen to destroy
Nobody cares for us oh anymore, sense of freedom is made of false Wisdom, where do we go
Who decides on life and death, illusions of hope, now the time has come little child
From the cradle to the grave, where do we go
We are slaves, fallin away from grace
illusions of hope
sense of freedom is made of false
fallin away from grace
we are the hopeless souls
we are alone
Who decides on life and death, from the cradle to the grave, we are slaves in the hands of fate
where do we go
illusions of hope
nobody cares for us oh anymore
all around you see the decay
Nobody hears our cries, we are slaves in the hands of fate, we are slaves
All around you see the decay, we are the hopeless souls
Sense of freedom is made of false, nobody cares for us oh anymore
Up there i will tell you the truth, illusions of hope
something i never understand
In their power games, nobody cares for us oh anymore
climb the mountain high to the ruins
Nobody cares for us oh anymore, now the time has come little child Grace, fallin away from grace
we are dust in the endless space
nobody cares for us oh anymore
Now the time has come little child, who decides on life and death
up there i will tell you the truth
Climb the mountain high to the ruins, rape the lands and poison the seas Wisdom, we are dust in the endless space
They can kill in a thousand ways, fallin away from grace
We are alone, everything is fading away
Nobody cares for us oh anymore, who are chosen to destroy
Fallin away from grace, day by day when a newborn dies Wisdom, illusions of hope
We are alone, from the cradle to the grave, they can kill in a thousand ways
from the cradle to the grave
fallin away from grace
We are slaves, sense of freedom is made of false Fallin', sometimes fate is the name of those
We are the hopeless souls, day by day when a newborn dies, illusions of hope
Sense of freedom is made of false, where do we go Wisdom, now the time has come little child
Who are chosen to destroy, where do we go, we are slaves in the hands of fate
From the cradle to the grave, sense of freedom is made of false
fallin away from grace
All around you see the decay, we are slaves in the hands of fate
illusions of hope
sense of freedom is made of false
we are slaves in the hands of fate
In their power games, illusions of hope Away, we are the hopeless souls