Under seven layers of skin
I didn't want to be like him
And I avoided what I learned
I left my home behind, I didn't want to go back
So many true things that are said
And there's no way back now
Cradle of Cain and civil war between brothers
Hand in hand we hurt each other
Whenever we meet
Exile is better than our prison
Of mediocrity and vulgarity
Of envy and ungrateful games of villains
That has already stopped being
The clichés of paranoia
Of someone that wants to see in everything
Cradle of Cain and civil war between brothers
Hand in hand we hurt each other
Whenever we meet
Exile is better than our prison
Of mediocrity and vulgarity
Of envy and ungrateful games of villains
Cradle of Cain and civil war between brothers
Hand in hand we hurt each other
Whenever we meet
Exile is better than our prison
Of mediocrity and vulgarity
Of envy and ungrateful games of villains