The words you hear me speak,
in streams out from my eyes
the state of mind I seek,
in bitterness I reply
I've seen it all, the rotting face
of a world that once was
who am I to betray myself
when just to hope seems absurd
breed of sin, man's final creation
embrace the fact of the world's cremation
why pray for better days...
the peace they'll never raise
no wonder we've all gone insane
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
