Death decoration under dusty skies that makes us. A constant wave of hypocrisy. "I'm healing from the wounds from a war that I have never fought". Above all the broken trust that everyone believes in.

Sometimes we run away and we never say goodbye
Sometimes we stay do.

Tic Tic Tchey!
Tic Tic
Tchey Tchey

They point out their fingers at us, blamed for being ourselves. I'm healing from the wounds from a war that I have never fought. what we really wanna know is the
truth instead of willing to know why.