Testo: Temperance. Searching For Silence. Haunted.

I've heard the words that you say, like the night they're gone with every new day, i've seen the things that you've done, am I the only one to see the mask on your face? to see your lies of sincerity? is it too late erase the picture that you've painted of me, judge a book you've never read, questioned for things never said, I would never call you my friend, when your name is jealously, why pretend? is it too late to eras the picture that you've painted of me, you preach your unity and togheterness, when all that I see is jealousy and separation, you claim to sing your songs of truth, while you build your fortress of superiority, I never thought i'd feel so alone where I once felt so at home