Letra de Condemned to Hope

Turbulent firmament, clutter in the atmosphere
The hand of order is ever at chaos' throat
You tried to run today?
They'll catch you anyway!
Round and round
Back and down again
There is no rhyme
There is no reason
Every day, I pray
Every day
Life is when I feed off those who are weaker than me
Blind them, break them, crush them 'til I reach the fruit
Round and round
Back and down again
There is no luck
There are not blessings
Every day, I: pray
Every Day
You tried to help today?
It's OK- They'll kill you anyway
Find a clearing, seize it and reach out for truth