Anger (The Void That Stops the Wind)

Life is so strange I killed a man to kill the pain he caused me But in his eyes I didn't see any fear The hangmen don't suffer but they also have no relief Life is so strange I was putting flowers in my prison cell Was it the revenge that made me a slave? 'Cause the door was open but I could not see But when I was a little child I asked my mother "tell me what is anger?" And she said "don't ask me again, Anger is the void that stops the wind It's a mistake which becomes a sin Anger is the fog in the eyes of the weak" Life is so strange You spend your life to forge an identity Getting angry to defend what the others can't steal In one person kingdom it's easy to become a king But there are no graves Big enough to contain our mistakes Don't you get tired of punishments? 'Cause I've been tired since a tender age But when I was I little child I asked my mother "tell me what's the anger?" And she said "don't ask me again, Anger's the void that stops the wind It's a mistake which becomes a sin Anger is the fog in the eyes of the weak" When my time will come I'd just like to be surrounded by friends, not enemies Not enemies I don't know compassion But I know that thieves and victims often feel the same, They do not known that even soul's bruises At the end fade away Raise a glass over insults and angry memories, We are all sinners, we're not saints And If you smile behind the eyes of friends and enemies Maybe your life will not be spent in vain But when I was I little child I asked my mother "tell me what's the anger?" And she said "don't ask me again, Anger's the void that stops the wind It's a mistake which becomes a sin Anger is the fog in the eyes of the weak"