Schemes Lyrics

Cut the sound, cut my tongue...
Get me down - underground !!
take my hand...
this can't be life!
Can't take my past it's me
just like the roots of a tree.
Left to depress with my head in my hands ,
a desperate life , in search of sense.
The sound told me to go,
to put my shoes on for a stony road.
So I care to express with the world in my hands ,
trust my eyes , while...
We've been walking on the wrong roads , fake ideals ,
white ribbons representative signs of an era still to come ...
Left to depress , with my head in my hands ,
blood soaked eyes, lost again.
So I care to express with this world in my hands ,
trust my eyes , now I understand that
We all have our own little schemes.
Left to depress , with my head in my hands ,
blood soaked eyes - This can't be life!
No one should ever dare,
No one would ever care.
We all have our own little dreams ,
We all have our own little schemes ,
Fake !!