C.R.A.

Why should you scream?
Why should you feel pain?
Can't you see things getting better?

Why should you grouse?
We can't see the shades
That conceal our shining way?

Watch the reasons falling silent
Watch as choosing our own side
We ,the hangmen, chose our victims
You ,the lamb of our next crime

Slowly we still forsake all our youthful dreams
So weak is our will,
Guilty, trying to conceal our forgotten sins
With fake remorses.

Look at your past
At those useless dreams
That you wear like worn out shoes

And the rivers
Of this ancient rage
Turning out in icecold quiet floods

Watch the reasons falling silent
Watch us choosing our own side
We the hangmen, chose our own field
For the sake of peace and of quiet

Slowly we still forsake all our youthful dreams
So weak is our will,
Guilty, trying to conceal our forgotten sins
With fake remorses.