Hung Upon Our Sleeves

Why has it all become so impure?
Why do crashes of subliminality carry
misconceptions?
Why can we live but yet die at the same time?
Why?

Are we destined to survive, survive
Hung upon our sleeves
That bend towards fictitious beliefs
Unfold them and realize they only sweat up grief

Can you answer me?
And try to find a solution to all of these lies

Hung upon our sleeves
That bend towards fictitious beliefs
Unfold them and realize they only sweat up grief
Carry out the cries and all the strife that
Consumes our lives