Samsara

In the coldness of my skin, shouts an empty scream It's filthy, full of anger, it never stops to dream In the courtroom of my mind, rises a sinful right Ιt's misty, dead to others, it never stops to grind Stop carrying hate Stop carrying hate Stop carrying hate Stop carrying hate Stop carrying hate Stop carrying hate In the blackness of my heart, lies a ready sound It's vast, known only to me, it never stops to crack In the blindness of my eyes, rests a certain slight It's cold, known only to me, it never stops to cry Try, witness, love Try, witness, love Try, witness, love Try, witness, love Try, witness, love Try, witness, love Samsara, Samsara, Samsara Samsara, Samsara, Samsara