A nightingale from a cage flying over
Burried skulls
The lighted face shows the rage the soul stolen
Under the Moon

Why does it happen to me?
Why does it happen to me?

Life at stake falling senses it's an order
The social bruise
Mind game the red state a phantom soldier
Never impugn

Why does it happen to me?
Why does it happen to me?

Lie and fake start the scenes soothsayer
True scary thoughts
You might escape from this siege without ammo
But now is doomed

What should we believe?
What should we believe?