The flood of our senses, compact information held on screen
Have led us into boringness
Victims to indifference, hunger for tragedy
Suffering is equivalent to rapture
We don't distinguish, every day is the same
Give us light, make us feel alive
Take us above, let someone die
We are vermin, following the sermon of ignorance
Violating courage
Dramatic events generate felicity
Give us light, make us feel alive
Take us above, let someone die
Strangers needing help, zombies seeping through ourselves
Absorbing their breeds suffering, proof of feign innocence
One moment of anguish, caught for eternity,
In misery we draw a picture of putrid aesthetics
Forlorn fates, gears to our inner satisfaction
Friendly face, mask of a starving ancient demon
Drawn by Death, salvation to weaklings yearning for hate
Desecrate, all moral instants in times without fate
One moment of anguish, caught for eternity
In misery we draw a picture of putrid aesthetics
Mirrors of illusion, denying the sight of sorrow
Realm of twisted reality