My target is to doom
A clean soul,
Virgin in pain,
And pure from some...
Disease is what I feel
Watching
Kids running,
Running around the swing.
Hi frenzy.
Now there is no turning back,
Unconciously all is planned,
I'm trying to persuade my mind,
Guilty of seeing reality.
At nine arrives punctual
The father,
Greeting the family,
Sitting in his armchair
He's waiting for the last...
Supper is being prepared
By the mother,
Always acting,
She's the perfect wife,
She's living only to...
To smile won't be reminded
By the daughter
She's condemned,
She has so much to loose,
Her innocence, one life.
One life will escape,
Four have been thrown away,
Deep inside I feel okay,
Proud to be a murderer.
The only one who tries to resist
The father
Why? He's asking...
Another won't be reminded...
Tears of blood.
Kids are crying,
Prepare to die,
Women wither,
Children lost.
They have succumbed to the disgrace,
I have succeded in my fantasy.
Nothing can stop the disease,
One life, two deaths will be reminded
She is bereaved in her deepness,
She will be forever sick.
Nothing can stop the disease!
Another way to see reality
From today another one is insane,
Forever hapiness won't be reminded.
Now, the only she doesn't want to meet
Will be her own disease
She will try to pray,
As she's falling,
Analyzing the facts,
Finding all the lies.
Lies become the truth,
Although she does not want,
Slavering herself,
Pretending to live her life.
I have started a plague
Fed by the crowd,
Blaming scapegoats,
Claiming for vengeance.
Living at the expense of suffering,
Thinking of what I have done,
Taking away from the targets the desire to live,
The chain has begun.
Behold!
Disease is what she feels
Watching!
Kids running,
Running around the swing.
Memories weigh.
She has her target clear:
The male child
Why is he smiling?
He has not lived in pain.
That's not fair.
Now there's no turning back,
Unconciously all is planned,
She's trying to persuade herself.
She can see reality.
All is circling around!
Story of a fake hapiness,
Another generation of disgrace,
The plague is turning back.
The penalty is to charge with fakeness.
The green gardens will burn,
With children hung from their swings.
Nothing can stop the disease!
Sooner or later will be sewed
In your brain.