Текст песни Acron - Dislocated
Acron - Dislocated слова песни
is there a sense in what I am doing?could there be any reason for my suffering?sometimes I feel my acts are replicateda nonsense, my life is intoxicatedI`m just considered a mean of productionserving a factory should be my satisfactionthey give me a freedom made of blind compulsion trapped in a cage I only feel self-repulsionfeeling dislocatedall my senses disconnectedmemories confused and lostI live between future and pastif I could take the time to think about my thoughtsand to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakesI should be able to understand that I`m just dislocatedand that the search shall start before it gets too latelost in a world of ignorance and pretensionI wonder where to find again my lost attentionI`m hearing nothing but the noise that`s penetratingI see the consequence, the damage it`s creatingrecalling memory to fill my whole extensionI`ll recollect my past to reach the comprehensionI see my will give up to distortionshall learn to disobey and start again from my emotionsI`m the guardian, I`m the prisonerI`m the liar, the deceived oneI`m the tyrant, I`m the slaveI have to fight against my willif I could take the time to think about my thoughtsand to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakesI would be free to feel compassion towards my poor ambitionand to understand the pain that lies beneath this sad deceptionif I could take the time to think about my thoughtsand to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakesI`d look inside myself with a renewed sightand see defeat and freedom - and above all, the light