Scars Of Gray

Pain aches at the country’s soul
A historical trauma to last forever
It harms our confidence still
A divided nation, not becoming one
An era of unique sickness
And obsolete ideas of an archaic mind
Vision of megalomania, a perverse hierarchy
And countless hands stained with blood
Drunken dreams of a glorious age collapsed
Their souls died with their illusions
A nation’s subtle suicide
Perfection, strength, glory
Heroic statues built on quicksand
A nightmare
Guilt and shame, to shape endless lives
Defeat, decay, to stab a nation’s soul
Disgrace, regret, to trigger an endless
Process of purification
Shadows of the past
Leave to free us
Shadows of this darkest chapter
Stay forever, to remind us eternally
Vision of megalomania, a perverse hierarchy
And countless hands stained with blood
Drunken dreams of a glorious age collapsed
Their souls died with their illusions
A nation’s subtle suicide
Will these wounds ever heal?
Will the price be forgetfulness?
Scars of gray
The subliminal pain