Can you forgive your god for granting you your shape?
Barely reached adulthood, you took too many vicious steps
It seems like every moment passing by time runs against you
Decadence so evident for this generation's point of view
Disintegration, figures twisted version
A hole is carved inside the belly of the beast
Primal and ill-fated, all are infected
Too many walked the road, awaiting their defeat
Behind every smiling face you hide disgusted sheen
With loathing melodies you're littering your skin
Like children play with hand grenades, like peaceful war within
The fuse is running short of time, and so does your disgraceful kin
And in the end… Your cowardice will grant your fall
You know that in the end… that cowardice is in you all
Shimmering mire found in every ivory tower
A graceful force of terror in every contact lens
Photography, pornography, success will taste your sour
The chrome folios draw your image completely out of sense