Any smart man would change things with a foolish touch
Make things greater, more complex and more violent
But, it takes a genius touch and lot of courage
To change something against the grain
They live according to envies and desires
Until there comes a time where suddenly
They will have to deal with the mother era
To change something against the grain
Plastic surgery
Intellectual misery
Forsaken century
You are the welcome to the Wellhorld
The Armageddon I feel in my heart
The chaos shadow Im looking to
The foolish minds Im speaking to
The dark souls Im dealing with
Too many heroes for a single aim
Too many roses on a ghost grave
Too much blood
Too much lies
Too much pain
Fake generation, nobody beholds your real home
Fake generation, nobody knows where you are coming from
Fake generation, you are a dead point in a long cycle
Fake generation, think pink generation
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
