Vindication - Sparzanza, Zardonic

What is the meaning to this life and all the indignation

How can we live within a lie build on condemnation

It is the price we pay for all our sins

Breathing in our minds

Your first mistake will be the last you make

How could you be so blind?

How could you be so blind?

Is it worth all pain you are bringing in frustration?

You’re becoming a victim of

your own vindication

Tribulation of a nation washed away by faith

Proclamation fed by hate

A dying state

There is no reason to your deeds

And your proclamation

You justify your point of view

for future generations

This is the life that they have given you

A life you could not choose

And now it is too late to realize

They’re sliding on the truth

They’re sliding on the truth

Is it worth all pain you are bringing in frustration?

You’re becoming a victim of your own vindication

Tribulation of a nation washed away by faith

Proclamation fed by hate

A dying state