Tour Dhorizon Lyrics & Chords By Human Decay

Tour D'horizon
She told him the truth about her living
about the wasted days, the things she is giving
the drugs, the lovers, the course of the disease
he only said: stop bothering me! Please
he's sitting on the floor, it becomes routine
the nightly desire not to be so mean
but then he gulp down love and hate
he won't escape from the force to perpetrate
the child is always living in the morbid room
it's just a wasteland and filled with gloom
it's body has been declared a war on it
it's a finite story, no good will come of it
women are not emancipated now
yes, it's just a hope, to bring the whole thing
into a better form, than this ruling norm
noone, can ever say, how we should act
to make the whole thing, perfect
but if there's no real solution
isn't it senseless and full of confusion
humanity is still acting paralysed
the fetish has not been recognized
until now there's only unsuspecting life
on this system called bona fide, we dive