Masks of Pain

Tchandala

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Insanity and terror are mixed
Destroying what remains of my mind
It grows every day the emptiness
And I'm prepared for the death

You can't help me
Because you're also falling
Inevitable the suffering
We chose that before the birth

We are Tchandalas
Children of the absolute poverty
We are Tchandalas
And we carried pain masks

Something happened before us
Perpetuating an uncertainty future
It doesn't advance to try to flee
That's the destiny that waits for you

Hear the children's screams
They will still be born yet
They carry our sins
And they will simply die

We are Tchandalas
Children of the absolute poverty
We are Tchandalas
And we carried pain masks