Face of the feelings

Luck launched on this russian roulette
Where the bullets was made with medusa's look
That petrifies your feelings
Like a contagious disease

The trigger is in your mouth
And the shot is in the dark
Because, the character is
Hidden behind the shadows
Where there's no lights to see

And in this war
Salvation and destruction are
Driven by fears
Instilled in your mind

Someone, rules this superficiality
And is the same
Who daily plants
The seed of this fucking plague

You never enjoy the pulp
You only eat the shells
You don't know what you are
You know just what is have
Fools

This land no longer produce good things
What's better way to escape from here?
A bullet in your fucking head
Hang up his reason

Where are the walls that you have built
Diseases and fears
That prevent you to see
Regardless of the appearances?
What have behind of your eyes?
The true face of the feelings?