Misery Path

We sail across the sea, In our thoughts we float over mountains All this vanity that we could hide The truth The truth is to be alive And to live your life in fear by hate And create our own gods We all ourselves are created Our own images Ourselves we are created Our own gods In the misty morning When the sun is rising, When the whole sky is red like blood Man can realize the real meaning of life To love and respect your life Your salvation, or is just your damnation. We all ourselves...