Disarmonia mundi common state of inner violence lyrics

Deserving wonderful baby

In despite of that defect

Of listening to that wild music

And than playing war videogames



But you are lucky man

Because I've got some plans for you

Refined violin lessons

And the most celebrated school



Poor baby, he uses his violin

Poor baby, almost well as a machine gun

Poor baby, insanity from adolescence

Grows through me a killer from hell



The rising sons throw away

All their father's dreams

Don't let me be born

If you didn't live



The only right was the grandfather

He said: "finally he's gone"

While parents threaten suddenly

"We'll grow another one"



Just you must know

Your guy is not so wise

To grow behind your violin

Take your eyes to this massacre

Was it your dream?



This story tells to me

Don't let me be born

If you did not live



Your guy is not so wise

To grow behind your violin

Take your eyes through this fire