I Will Never Go Through

"Humano tie"

Between women and their comely voices, and men with their beauty and their strenght, you won't think too much abouth the deep of their hearts.

Wherever the humans are, there is no peace, there's just a smoking crowd; then they break into pieces, like they do with the other's hearts.

Humans? Got enough? I saw your faces in golden powder, now I just live around voices claiming, but they aren't listened, because here lies the hunger...

All the pride, and all the society made, to die then, is just cropped and rotten, corrupted and broken...
What to do now? After all the interesting things; it all just went out, all the bliss this world made, was the final nurture of the slaves.