Blessed By Hate

Suicide people loose on the streets
I wonder if this is real life
We fight against injustice every day
And you masking the reality that prevails

We feeding the madness of always
And we breathing the filth of other times
Conquering illusions during the days
We sleep beside of old lies

Blessed by hate
We pretend not to see the reality
Blessed by hate
We pretend not to see the reality