Ignoring a loss of sight,
Afraid to blink, I might lose the sun.
But don´t make this out, to be more,
Than it isn´t behind every lie.
There´s a burden within.
Yes you´re my sight.

This suffering,
That´s kept within.
Disposable men, lost.

Inside, he was negative.
This place, once more was underground.
So look and connect,
we´re refusing to rust.
Healing has to begin, in the past.

So don´t fake this,
Don´t fake this,
Don´t fake this,
Don´t...

This suffering,
That´s kept within.
Disposable men, lost.

Don´t fake this,
Don´t fake this,
Don´t fake this,
Don´t...

Fake, fake, fake.

This suffering,
That´s kept within.
Disposable men, lost.

So don´t fake this,
Don´t fake this,
Don´t fake this,
Don´t... fake.
Fake, fake.