Was it a vision or was it a dream The trust of the mankind has never been real Gods of pleasure, Gods of pain Gods of terror, of life and of hate Mortality
Your whole life, you've been a misfit in your area Nobody want to hang out with a guy like you But now, you've found new friends, no longer an inferior
Most people take it they get pushed down Bared out of their minds just hanging around Make no decisions they out on a limb Labelled and numbered prospects
: Die! Slowly you're dying From this contagious disease Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure Your passing is a sure thing Your thoughts are
: [Originally performed by Raven] Most people take it they get pushed down Bared out of their minds just hanging around Make no decisions they out on
: Your whole live you've been a misfit in your area Nobody want to hang out with a guy like you But now you've found new friends no longer an inferrior
: Was it a vision or was it a dream The trust of the mankind has never been real Gods of pleasure gods of pain Gods of terror of life and of hate Mortality
by their knife A man lies... Brutality and mighty wars Have come to take your life With bombs and guns The troops have come To extinguish the light