Four Sons

White skin laid to rest
Still pretend that i know best
Feed bread soaked in milk
Swallow lies so i am fed

Never mind, it's nothing in the end
What i want - it's nothing, nothing

Black mine, sunless sky
Take my heart and drain it dry
Gain ground dark with blood
Give my sons to useless mud

Never mind, it's my fault in the end
And what i am is nothing, nothing

Once this man had a dream
Believed that we would prosper
Side by side together
But after all that he has seen lately
He can't trust to anything
Don't trust you, don't trust you, don't trust anyone
Don't trust you, don't trust you, don't trust you, don't trust anyone

Never mind, we're blameless in the end and
What i was - it's nothing to you