Itīs something i canīt deny
Desolation
One more night, iīm here alone
Everything is pullinīdown
It seems to me
Itīs ok, itīs all my fault

Blind, blind and lost
sufferinī in this world

Trying to take adventage
of this loneliness
and now iīm the guilty one
trying to learn something
trying to forget all you done

Blind, Blind and lost
sufferinī in this world......in this world !

So called love, so called hate, we donīt know anything,
in this place so empty and full of shit at the same time, what are we looking for?
What we want?, Just a little bit of happyiness, the art of find it, the art of simplicity,
weīre so complicated, itīs our fault if we canīt be happy,
itīs our fault, our fault, we are the cause of all our pain

Itīs your choice
Itīs my choice, try to be sincere with our souls
to be no more
Blind and lost....