Kamala - Stand On My Manger

Senseless youth
Breed of corruption
Glad by nothing

There's nothing more to do
No reason to become
Another death in life

Heavy hands feel
Branded your sentence

There're only one thing
One look at the mirror
And broken glasses

Life is not short
Far beyond that
Stay alive
Or you will die alone in a hole

No consequence
A hosted bullet
A wound exposed

Enjoy the pain
Is the better gain
Before you lose

Take their weapons
To their heads

A chain only breaks
At it's weakest link
Life is not a bed of roses

Life is not short
Far beyond that
Stay alive
Or you will die alone in a hole

In your mind
There's a scar
With black blood
Memories of a wonderful treason

All these thoughts
Are not enough
To bring back
The prey of my huntings

Wasted my efforts
To understand
Why not
Stay mindless

You cannot prosper
Without a reason
Without a rise