Disarmonia Mundi - Common State of Inner Violence Lyrics
Deserving wonderful babyIn despite of that defectOf listening to that wild musicAnd than playing war videogamesBut you are lucky manBecause I've got some plans for youRefined violin lessonsAnd the most celebrated schoolPoor baby, he uses his violinPoor baby, almost well as a machine gunPoor baby, insanity from adolescenceGrows through me a killer from hellThe rising sons throw awayAll their father's dreamsDon't let me be bornIf you didn't liveThe only right was the grandfatherHe said: "finally he's gone"While parents threaten suddenly"We'll grow another one"Just you must knowYour guy is not so wiseTo grow behind your violinTake your eyes to this massacreWas it your dream?This story tells to meDon't let me be bornIf you did not liveYour guy is not so wiseTo grow behind your violinTake your eyes through this fire