Letra da Música: Blind - Inhumate

Waking up every morning
Dragging at work, bored to death
Unfortunately we have to eat
Can't you see what real life is ?

Are you all blind ?
Can't you see ?

The heat of a smile, a few friends
Give to your life all its sense
Father Dollar is to be dying
We have to find a substitute.

Are you all blind ?

Are we able to change our customs, alter our life to find one
we will remember without many regrets ?
It's up to us to find...