Testo: Al Sirat. Warhead. Ask Yourself.

Sunday night she went on the roof
never to return to bed.
weakness, fear
demons were so near
the fuse burned, sollution was down
on concrete
why?
just ask yourself

is it the only choice you have
to last in tears or to die in pain?
figure it out, what you want to gain
to hate your life, or to live your hate

monday she let the guy in whote
to rip her trouble out of guts
freedom again
why all she felt was pain
the life she gave
few craps of meat in the bucket
why?
just ask yourself

is it (...)

sometimes we think, there's no way back
and do the things we can't turn back
hollow, blind
to all that want us fight
we choose to give up and go
the easiest way

is it (...)