Insignificanthill Lyrics - Singles - Keeper Of Dreams

People of calamity! 

Don't you have some query 

in your thousand year old deceieved head? 

Haven't you recognized 

the disease of our decisions? 

Sneaking on the wrong side, 

always trusting 

who wants to stamp you down! 

Attempts of letting the mind flow, 

our possibilities are extradited 

to a higher power, 

what ignores us to the core. 

A pathetic way to renew 

a mournfully worn-out, 

raped, glorious art... 

Pursuing the backwardness 

it gains its too far. 

We're just cowering 

in the middle of the mess 

crookbacked, with broken arm. 

Noone finds me 

in the garden of wasted blooming. 

Maybe we seem 

like an insignificAnthill 

What had we done to earn this banishment? 

"This nation has already expiated 

the past and the future"