Making promises that you cannot keep
You’re the only one to blame
We have no one to believe
There’s no truth at all
See the bloodshed on the streets
A dark funeral
A sorrow that we should not keep
Lives inside

The hope is gone
The dream is dead
The day of reckoning
Bleeding, suffering, fighting for the last breath

You are a lie

We have started a fight that we cannot win
A struggle with ourselves and
Even knowing the enemy
The weakness will appear
Going on the battle field
The floor of quicksand
Keeps us holding our feet
Swallowing us

Composição: Paulo Bertoni