Aftercoma - Faithless

They make bounders, the durst, for our differences

Inside your mind, inside our minds

They fabricate all the masses

They manipulate all our minds

NO, There’s an unknown division, not to dispute

Open wide your mind, into the roots of your hearts

We are the part of all this differences

In that differences we are the one

Stonger than ever

We are to blind to see through (an) honest eyes

War never ended if we’re not refused to fight

The cruel hands will not fall asleep

To make us so FAITHLESS