You can't look in these eyes
Can't live out these lies
Walk the walk, talk the talk

It doesn't leave my head, staining my cells grey
This is all the thanks that I get from you
Feed the fear, nothing's clear

You hear me, you
You hear me, you

There's no rest for the consequences of guilt
Facing my own doubts about what's actually real
told myself that I would live again
Lost all cause, fought them all to the end
All my aspirations fell to the bottom of hell
The womb of Mother Earth is bleeding, losing a son
Can't deny our decline

You hear me, you
You hear me

Feed the fear, nothing's clear
Walk the walk, talk the talk

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Andreas Rudolf Kisser, Derrick Leon Green, Igor Cavalera, Paulo Xisto Jr. Pinto