Sceptic

Break , through the walls of hate
Hard to give , but easy to take
Look at me , what can you see
The form of evolution which have no right to be
Who am I , without ability to feel
My sick dreams are the proof that my existence isn't real
Yet I have the hope , It's all what I have left
[chorus]
I am the victim of sick imaginations
Supply the visions and share separation
Erased from existence , my time has come
In the veil of questions lost will be my mind
[Solo: Czesiek]
[Solo: Jacek]