Fading Future - Sarabante

Despaired thoughts

Of future years

Myriad abandoned dreams

Poisoned by an envenomed knife which crudely had pierced

Deep in the very source of life

Deep in the sense of existence

Inaction, apathy, despair…

As every path to an escape seems to be blocked by morals

Every flag, every border, traps all wakening minds

Repression under a suspended fear

Opposition how to forbid?

A hope upon

The gloom to steal from the hands of time

Through war we will conquer peace…

So feel as though the power we’re given

To rise to a better world than this

As though the fire had hidden force, to trample on this fucking bliss