All the promises you hold in yourself
An obvious manipulation
I
Shall leave hollow inside
To touch yourself
Not in our hearts
And to stand above
will be a matter of time
Cause naked you come
and naked you shall leave this ground
With a trail of lies
left behind
Then I`ll come
The prophet who didn`t asked to be
Now see what I`ve known
The past and the future
For his past is the future
and those days are behind us
