A cacoon binds my skin. It wants to keep me alive. I am the great messiah Of the falling paradise. Destroyed by my own creations I cannot cope with life. The truth you think You know so well It's just a big lie.
You live to fear You lay yourself to rest. Programmed to crawl It's just a battle in hell. We are the prayer Can I break the spell.
We are the signs That caged in the dirt We are the plague Spreading through the world. We are the disease -- The virus eating away. We are no one. We're just living to die.
We're just a lie We're just a fake. Can't wait 'till I'm finally dead. Erase my numbers to know To never return again. Computerised We're all neutralised In a world that's controlled By machines.
You live to hate 'TilL someone press delete The things we do It's just a battle in hell We are the dirt Can I break these chains
We are the signs That caged in the dirt We are the plague Spreading through the world. We are the disease -- The virus eating away. We are no one. We're just living to die.
By Auslandschweizer
Compositor: Alf Peter Tagtgren (Hypocrisy) ECAD: Obra #2021541