[Verso 1]
We see the vipers of distance
Crawl into our lives everyday
Breeding our Edens of hatred
Pathetically stupid and unkind
We couldn't look a saint in the eyes
[Coro] [x2]
On the storm
It's time to go
[Verso 2]
Marching in ines of contradiction
Forgetting the history we make
Loving our hangmen as the penultimate joke
We lack the Moses [?] to look
A saint in the eye