Sphere of Hatred

The world is actually too small

Because most of it is just hatred and walls 

Too afraid to get on the stage, everyone's doing things under the table 

There's not one influence that is stable

It's time to face the music, there's no center of this cubic

Hats cover the eyes, all the faces are unseen

Not a mind that isn't black, not a heart that is clean

The world is actually too small

Because most of it is just hatred and walls

Pretending to be impeccable, they don't know they're gonna be no incredible

Dreams burn in the flammable sphere

Fulfilling them? - they're not even near.

But this ether that they stepped into is not reality  

Reality is much distinct, it's a sea of inability 

Kilometers of richness which holds bitter-sweet truths behind

Has the forever green mankind, now gone blind?

Where are the empty roads, 

Of truth and innocence?

The path is covered with a stained essence.

The enigma behind the crack in this castle of glass,

This carol symbolizes the destruction in mass

No hands stop the ruthless holocaust,

All they do goes for something that could exhaust.

The world is actually too small

Because most of it is just hatred and walls.