The eternal fires of love.
The maddening rage flowing through your veins.
The serene soul in white oblivion
The chaos of the strings in your head
The flowers that blooms in the heart of summers
The fire that burns across lurking screams.
Like the hypocrisy of humankind
The grey characters we possess
The sacrifices we are willing to make
And the blood we are dying to shed
The share of ours we are willing to part with
The greed consuming our soul...
The hypocrisy of mankind
We are, after all just mere humans.