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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 !! From Letras Mania