Weepers - Mindthreat

In this land of prays and visions nothing seems alright

A sea of regrets to keep us awake

If faith stabs you to death the final price is your head

The future hides the deepest pain

Search for yourself if you want to reach eternity

Oh what an irony to be the shadow of our wishes

The eyes deceive the clouds are made by gas

We made our hearts into sand

We failed to see

Our biggest dream is the biggest enemy

Everything we ever wanted a gunshot in our heads

A stab in the faith we used to have