Yury - Treason Lyrics

Making dirty the walls
Of pure blood
Souls they melt in the palm of the hand short comings
And long gone
Running away from the truth
And conquering nations
Outside of control
Anything insurance
The treason

Chorus:

Desperate eyes
Moored hearts
Outside of union
Preventing pain
And the blackout
Making of account
That no exist

Hunting the souls
Helping people
If moving against the solitude
And the treason

Chorus:

Desperate eyes
Moored hearts
Outside of union
Preventing pain
And the blackout
Making of account
That no exist

Losing things
In dark of the world
Resuscitate the desire
We go to run away
From the treason

Making dirty the walls
Of pure blood
Souls they melt in the palm of the hand short comings
And long gone
Running away from the truth
And conquering nations
Outside of control
Anything insurance
The treason

Together the treason
Comes the compassion
Running away from the responsibility
And to say no!