Inhumanity

Again we're on the line and this time i feel the day is not mine

Touch gently on the surface or crash like hell

I won't be sacrifised

I let the hours wear my heart

I leave the others to impale nightly moon and when

I hear the call crying loud

I just turn and turn and run away

Impleasent all the way still a form of life tradition yet remains and when its starts to rain

I seek for shelter and blow my storm away

I let the hours wear my heart

I leave the others to impale nightly moon and when

I hear the call crying loud

I just turn and turn and run away