Broken Chains

For countless years of psychological torture
A constant state of oppression
Grows evermore gruesome with each passing thought
Agony to numb a crumbling psyche
Worlds that keep us weary
Below the deep
The skies are passed over
For one generation of hell denied
There is endless apathy
No longer a sore of this affliction
Life is no misery with never returning
The pain that in him so has been perceived
Gods salvationAt the core of this affliction lies the absolution
You will never escape to the state of its ruins
Shattered reflections, there will be no future to relish
For those who will reap the maelstrom
A broken past paves the way for a broken future
Fate, presenting my penitence towards a Sunday
Past of one generation under the name
Descendants of a same long broken state
That was already broken to begin with
A state that was already broken to begin with
They know the sight of a stranger's eyes
In the eyes of the stranger's eyes