the grounds of Seth

grey skies, grey skies in motherland, motherland
home is where i rest my head to sleep everyday
buildings and houses that make up limits for the empty
what happens to those limits when the rain wash 'em away...

and all the lonely people where to they belong
lost among neurosis and psychiatrists and feeling doped

paperwork and the businesses of death
pick up coffins and roses for your beloved ones
we'll bury them on the cement grounds of Seth
instead of letting the earth welcome them back

and all the ones we deny the right to have a life
will they ever claim out for what wasnt coped

as dark as the smoke filling up my lungs
i see a look of sudden emptiness in their eyes
two seconds that can change you and me
when a bullet flies a heart stops and a mother dies

and all the ones that forgot what human was about
do they ever forget about what they once hoped