Under seven layers of skin
I did not want to be like
And I avoided what I learned
I left my home behind
I did not want to go back
So many true things that are said
For the wrong reason
Shouting at your face
And there are no laps
We remain in tables
Cradle of Cain and civil war
Between brothers holding hands
We hurt ourselves
Whenever we meet
Exile is better
That our prison
Of mediocrity and vulgarity
Of envy and ungrateful
Games of villains
Memory keeps the light
What does not already exist
Of the rival's charm
That is no longer
True threat
The clichés of paranoia
Whoever wants to see everything
Enemies to overcome
And do not talk anymore
I'm not interested anymore
Cradle of Cain and civil war
Between brothers holding hands
We hurt ourselves
Whenever we meet
Exile is better
That our prison
Of mediocrity and vulgarity
Of envy and ungrateful
Games of villains
Cradle of Cain and civil war
Between brothers holding hands
We hurt ourselves
Whenever we meet
Exile is better
That our prison
Of mediocrity and vulgarity
Of envy and ungrateful
Games of villains
Only among all we can make this a better place :)