Mum, I´d better try to run, they try to sing my song
You get off me for the taste of the fruit in a wicked garden
Son, my blood missunderstands, our future got no plans
Our hesitation reveals us the face of the human factor

Give up te game and taste your blame
I got to play the rest, face to face

Mum, our future´s ignorance, a blow bellow the belt
a benefit for the way that i breed in a sea of sadness
Now, you got the strengh inside, that´s why it kills my pride
You get of me for the taste of a tongue in a beauty sickness

Born again,
should i say, did i say
the truth always born dead

Drowning , praying, no answers cried
Money won´t free minds, learning to front your fate
Bye bye, sister alibi, should i save that real thing
It brings me down the train

I´ll trip nowhere, i´ll see you there