Common State Of Inner Violence Lyrics - Singles - Disarmonia Mundi

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