7.62 - Divercia

«Escaping reality as we shatter down in pieces…

Oh and the way we struggle for the throne must come to an end

As those who are under its… spell!»

This heritage of life itself, it will not come for free

And all this time we wonder how, just how can we make them the same

The same old tale just passed us by, this tale «that is not real.»

In form of slugs, it truly speaks, and this is how I feel…

Like 7.62!

I’m loading myself… with 7.62!

Please try to hide your real intentions and all those wasted ideas

The dead shall march, now on and on this portrait of our dreams

The same old man just passed us by, they say «this cannot be real.»

In form of slugs, they truly speak, and this is how they feel…

Like 7.62!

I’m loading myself… with 7.62!

Oh how I feel, remains of a mankind so scarred and their losing ideas…