1977

19 for the cold
77 for our misery
The passage of the time doesn't forget
The passage of time doesn't forgive
19 for the cold
77 for our misery
We're born to lose
Childrens of the void

The ghost inside of us wants a scape
But there is no way out
So heavy our chains are
So painfull for us,
Because they are the same sins

A number like any other
A random sequence for the others

The definition of a life through a number
So empty... and... so deep
1977
Is the flash of a flare that will
Last as long as my life
Last as!... Long as!... My life!