Dead End - Dead End

How many nights
How many fights
How many times will I find myself in this dead end
Too many lies
Too many die
Too many wayed lifes and yet you don't understand

"In my great unmatched wisdom"
I alone cannot fix the world

That I'm living
Too much casualties
Your fucking ideals are a spreading desease
Like poison in the mind on my enemies
Give power to few, society bleeds

We're heading for a dead end!

Written by:
André Jorge, Bruno Mousaco, Francisco Severo, Tomé Brito

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