Genocide
Don't fool your self
the Beauty is just an ilusion
that can bring misfortune back
Don't fool your self
realy the most of dreams
were created to be destroyed
There's no use cryng after the angels dead
There's no use living if there isn't what to believe in
Listen to desperate apeals
listen to the clamor of help
look at genocide of your thoughts
look at genocide of your thoughts
Don't fool your self
The beauty is just an ilusion that kill souls
Don't fool your self
Not aways roses were made of blood
I see a river of blood flowing,
but I don't get shoked
I just continue to help
Pile The dead ones!