Stuck behind these walls where nothing grows but hatred,
Search for the door, smack to the floor, degraded ?
Corroded, overloaded, our unwanted growth.
Doesn't matter if it's my god or yours,
Nothing is up to you!

Don't even think about it,
Who gives a shit about the lost loves others ?
My rotting heart just looks the other way.
Pain, pain for which you're to blame.
Full of hatred, no longer sane,
God takes what's his!

3x:
How could I believe ?
That when the people are gone
That everything remains still.

Back behind these walls where nothing shows but anger.
Been here before, scratch at the door, remember ?
Corroded, overloaded, our unwanted growth.
Doesn’t matter if it's my god or yours,
Believe that these are facts!

How could I believe ?
That when the people are gone
That everything remains still.