Under seven layers of skin
I didn't want to be like him
And I'm avoiding what I learned
I left behind my home
i didn't want to return
Lots of things being said that are true
For all the wrong reasons
Screaming in your face
And theres no turning back
We're right there with each other
Caín's Cradle
And civil war
Between brothers
Hand in hand
We harm one another
Whenever we meet
Exile is better
Than our own prison
Of mediocracy
And vulgarity
Of envy and ingratitude
Games of a villain
Memory stores the light
Of what no longer exists
Of the rivals spell
That is no longer
A real threat
The clichés of paranoia
Who wants to see everything
Enemies to beat
Don't speak of it
I'm no longer interested
Caín's Cradle
And civil war
Between brothers
Hand in hand
We harm one another
Whenever we meet
Exile is better
Than our own prison
Of mediocracy
And vulgarity
Of envy and ingratitude
Games of a villain
Caín's Cradle
And civil war
Between brothers
Hand in hand
We harm one another
Whenever we meet
Exile is better
Than our own prison
Of mediocracy
And vulgarity
Of envy and ingratitude
Games of a villain
O-oh o-oh o-oh
O-oh o-oh o-oh