All This Makes Us Inside

The golden rays of your hair
The red and black glow
If you look and don't see yourself
Even his mirror refuses to say
Be a fool or a flower
We create crazy things in closed rooms
Violent men, cruel women
Angels facing their own fate
No wise man could write our history

She saw it emerge
She saw it all die
A Sun full of sorrows
In this immense dream
There is no promise that warms up
A beautiful look telling the truth
But red in the evening
What could you tell about loneliness?
Fear doesn't make you grow
There are no saving words
When the one who hurts us
Is the only one in our lives
All this makes us die inside