"The Wake" Never to late to open my eyes Surrounded by desperate cries trivial facts affect our mind And you complain 'bout the others plight Don't pray for me but for yourselves I'm the wise, you're the scared I woke up in my wake (x4) There's no rule 'bout rutine life We limit ourselves letting others judge Peel your flesh, see what's inside
Tireness is over now I woke up in my wake (x4) Pray for harvest Drink your soup don't deny your father I'm the hatred If you want I'll become your waitress Think I'll pray for harvest I'll drink your soup I'll deny your father I'm the hatred, If you want I'll become your waitress. In my wake! I woke up in my wake (x4)