Testo Salvation

Welcome to the world of hypocrisy
where false prophets preach the end of days
born in endless misery
to consume and adapt in a sway

empty words define our lives
swallow them and lose your mind
we are nothing but a gear in the machine
there's nothing else we have ever been
so if i break out of the place i'm meant to be
is there future or the end waiting for me?

what am i supposed to do when i have
nothing to lose
nothing to love
nothing to fight for

live through all the fright
and still no hope in sight
forlorn days that i can't outrun
never seen the light of the sun
welcome to the world of hypocrisy
where false prophets preach the end of days
born in endless misery
to consume and adapt in a sway

a journey like an odyssey
and still no place where i can be free

like lonely hunters of the night
emptiness flows within my stride
scent of despair hangs in the cold
tracing footprints of solitude

show me the light
show me eternity
show me the way out
show me divinity