Disarmonia Mundi - Common State Of Inner Violence lyrics

Deserving wonderful baby In despite of that defect Of listening to that wild music And than playing war videogames But you are lucky man Because I've got some plans for you Refined violin lessons And the most celebrated school Poor baby, he uses his violin Poor baby, almost well as a machine gun Poor baby, insanity from adolescence Grows through me a k**er from hell The rising sons throw away All their father's dreams Don't let me be born If you didn't live The only right was the grandfather He said: "finally he's gone" While parents threaten suddenly "We'll grow another one" Just you must know Your guy is not so wise To grow behind your violin Take your eyes to this ma**acre Was it your dream? This story tells to me Don't let me be born If you did not live Your guy is not so wise To grow behind your violin Take your eyes through this fire