You born, than you live the life
one day... you will get a knife
to the nonsense you put the end
maybe somebody will understand
Once you find out you're just a slave
from the very start until your grave
you could give up your last defence
suddenly things make perfect sense
Change that decision is now too late
still no feelings but at least no hate
there is no tunel and there is no light
again you are alone and out of sight
Now blood is running out your veins
moment that could break that chains
as lonely island in the big red sea
few more drops and you'll be free