Questions (Postmortem cover) Lyrics


Why do you think I spend all my life

Turning my head around

I used to try to find a fucking answer

To every question I asked

A lot of bullshit that won't put it clear

It's like a deaf sound

Politics, armies, aids, religion

Stablished tyranny

Useless fight

But it's my fight

I'd like to know before I die

If there is a place where none prevails

My answer to your offer is clear:

You fucking bastard get away and leave me be

Imperialism of your powerful nation

Is everything you've got

We know your god won't give us piece of heaven

But for a million bucks

You dealer swim in this spilled young blood

Of those who fell in your trap

You politician change your fate on your

Wish extremely deadly liar

Useless fight

But it's my fight

Questions

Questions

Questions

You couldn't answer it would be so hard

Explain me now what has society done

Fuck you!

Why do I have to worship stupid idols?

What is the price of fame?

Why can't I live my own nightmare?

Illusion is my blame

Why can't I fight a radical system?

It's true, it's cruel it's born

Why do you have to tell me what I must think?

Why can't I think on my own?

Useless fight

But it's my fight

Questions

Questions

Questions