Common State of Inner Violence Songtext
von Disarmonia Mundi

Deserving wonderful baby
In despite of that defect
Of listening to that wild music
And then playing war video games

But you are lucky man
Because I′ve got some plans for you
Refined violin lessons
And the most celebrated school

(Poor baby) he uses his violin
(Poor baby) almost well as a machine gun
(Poor baby) insanity from adolescence
Grows through me, a killer from hell

The rising sons throw away
All their father's dreams
Don′t let me be born
If you didn't live


The only right was the grandfather
He said, "Finally, he's gone"
While parents threaten suddenly
"We will grow another one"

Just you must know
Your guy is not so wise
To grow behind your violin
Take your eyes to this massacre
Was it your dream?

This story tells me
Don′t let me be born
If you did not live

(Poor baby) he uses his violin
(Poor baby) almost well as a machine gun
(Poor baby) insanity from adolescence
Grows through me, a killer from hell

The rising sons throw away
All their father′s dreams
Don't let me be born if you didn′t live
The rising sons throw away
All their father's dreams
Don′t let me be born if you didn't live


Your guy is not so wise
To grow behind your violin
Take your eyes through this fire

The only right was the grandfather
He said, "Finally, he′s gone"
While parents threaten suddenly
"We'll grow another one"

Just you must know
Your guy is not so wise
To grow behind your violin
Take your eyes to this massacre
Was it your dream?

(Poor baby) he uses his violin
(Poor baby) almost well as a machine gun
(Poor baby) insanity from adolescence
Grows through me, a killer from hell

The rising sons throw away
All their father's dreams
Don′t let me be born
If you didn′t live

The rising sons throw away
All their father's dreams
Don′t let me be born
If you didn't live