Текст песни Behind the Door - Fyrce Muons

I don't see the rich
I don't see the blind
I see the mother in crisis
She died
I fold

It's just the plan that man is saved
He took his grave
A simple one
Not too shallow
Not too deep of faith
Find a way to hide and seek

In a wake come to sadness
All the weeping from the madness
From the waves come to mourning
All the weeping for more madness
We hide away

Can I see me
I don't see the rich
I don't see the blind
All I see is sadness
The mother is gone from constant shakedowns

Find a way behind a door
You hide away