Songtexte: Vendetta. Hate. Dead People Are Cool.

There?s people on the outside
There?s freedom where they dwell
The spheres they?re populating
Can?t be like hell on earth
Cause we?re learning
What?s meant with calm and peace
Which I could see the outside
Where all is free

Mistreated and fucked up
The waters where I dive
Lost and cheated I?m creeping
I?m bound to follow
The sundown of human rites
Feel sorrow, the pablum of death

Frustration, the centre of my life, day and night
I feel exploited and violated
I feel crushed and I feel down
Please do not tell me
That you would show consideration
Of my heart, this is so fragile
Or just my soul

Dead people are cool