Projector - Cannae

We have gambled with the cards

The cards that have been dealt to us

But who knows how long the chips will last

When I look back to see through

Can see right to the inside

What an ugly picture it is

The flames of remorse still blacken families

It’s been told in so many tales

My smiles and my sorrows

Have gotten me this far

But not without the wounds

My smiles and my sorrows

Have gotten me this far

But not without the wounds that have scarred

Starting to think that I have lost

What is real

What is real in this world

Can you decipher this madness it’s the lottery

Play the lottery of life

My smiles and my sorrows

Have gotten me this far

But not without the wounds

My smiles and my sorrows

Have gotten me this far

But not without the wounds that have scarred

Starting to think that I have lost

What is real

What is real in this world

The prophecy of superstitions

Ridden with the plague of the soul

The prophecy of superstitions

Ridden with the plague of the mind and the soul

Murder of an ordinary story

Children fighting eye for eye

It’s our anger that keeps us alive

The hate makes us survive