We're living on the edge, we don't know reality, a stereotype to imitate
We lost the way of prayer, we have the power of the world inside our hands
Is this the road to fall and rise?
We always pick black roses, why?
Just come to early, we're falling down
Our run won't end
The mirror never lies, we have been someone there, and we're lost in translation
A generation leaves itself to another one
Is this the road to fall and rise?
We always pick black roses, why?
Just come to early, we're falling down
Our run won't end
Drugs have done their task inside me
Just the last lines to describe me
What I left when I could see beyond... where all's degeneration
Is this the road to fall and rise?
We always pick black roses, why?
Just come to early, we're falling down
Our run won't end, all's degeneration