[Parole: Oscar Souto]


Life ends now, the number on our back

Fall down, the rising of the dark

We have a target on our head

Found dead, no nothing, no regrets


This is it

We have reached the point of no return

Mean world symtom


All hope's gone, a thing we can't deny

Is lost, the meaaning of our life

Through time, a gentle lullaby

Fake things, no future, no respect


This is it

We have reached the point of no return

Mean world symtom


Stop now

We have to keep the circle intact

We have to be prepared for impact

Improved version of ourselves ??

In this mad world in terminal

Every day is so critical

We are getting infest

We are faiting the test