We see the vipers of distance
Crawl into our lives everyday
Breeding our Edens of hatred
Pathetically stupid and unkind
We couldn´t look a saint in the eyes

On the storm
It´s time to go
On the storm
It´s time to go

Marching in ines of contradiction
Forgetting the history we make
Loving our hangmen as the penultimate joke
We lack the Moses... to look
A saint in the eye