The thought of getting old
Was passing through my head
Without doing what I think is best
Black sheeps dressed in white
The Devil in disguise
The need for doing right things
Was hunting me down for the cause
I had to quit in sin

To forsake the holy oath
The gates of Heaven will close for me

The sadness of a holy youth
I didn't feel it inside
Screaming thoughts in my mind
Chained by religious pride
As years went by I just felt it stronger
It was growing inside just like a hunger
Hunger

Decisions of life are easy to make
Illusions are brittle and easy to break
To live in the very moment is highly to prefer
Instead of the promise that never show any worth

Ashes of old men
Grey, the colour of wasted lives
A life that wasn't wanted
Betrayed themselves all the time
Paced along by old men
Hungry for eternal life
Crave forgiving from the damned
Can't fulfil requirements
Drop out and meet your own paradise