Rage

Rage against the argument, faceless verdicts,

There is no smoke without fire,

in the shipwrecks.

We condemn the silences before hearing the voices,

We manufacture culprits to justify our laws.

The only echo I do not have,

Is the one that will answer for me.

Like a syndrome deep in my memory,

Which gives your voice the power to make me believe.

I just have my like as a label,

A few truths that the world rejects.

I carry words that no longer have meaning,

And wounds dressed in appearances.

Chorus

It is so dark

Between each hope,

That gives birth to

The worst torments.

In the gaze

Of those who judge,

I see the power

Of all these pigs.

It seems that proof is needed to be right,

But who judges the judges deep in their prisons?

Truth disguises itself in the theater of the powerful,

And the lie applauds when it speaks elegantly.

I try to find the light in the middle of the scenery,

Consciences have prices, principles have deaths.

They explain the world to me with well-chosen words,

But no one answers when the human is betrayed.

Chorus

It is so dark

Between each hope,

That gives birth to

The worst torments.

In the gaze

Of those who judge,

I see the power

Of all these pigs.

Bridge

And what if the smoke were just a screen,

If the fire were just a judgment?

What if our angers were mirrors,

Where everyone recognizes their story?

I do not ask to be believed,

I only want my voice to be heard.

Because the greatest of imprisonments,

Is being condemned by judgment.

Last chorus

It is so dark

Between each hope,

When the taste of torment

Is reborn.

But in the evening,

Despite the insults,

I keep within me

My share of azure.