And the End

All doors are closed
And blowed,
Wounds are unfaithful
Abandoned lifes

All doors are closed
And blowed
Wounds are unfaithful
Abandoned lifes

İts a kind of tragedy, no matter who lives it,
The wounded souls cries everywhere who cares infinity,
There' s one truth for real surrenders in this pointless life
And its the beginning of the end for a spawned soul in to that chaos