After ages of war I try to compensate,
for the lifes that I took in anger.
Sad reminder of death's been so hard to erase.
Might aswell just go with hatred.
My failure, my failure, my failure was I killed my saviour.
Nothing left to win, nothing left to die for.
Nothing left but sin, and a wish to die.
Celebration of peace is just hypocrisy, as it's not my real intension.
I'm reloading my guns to go another round.
I see death as my own invention.
Creation, creation, creation of my own damnation.
Nothing left to win, nothing left to die for.
Nothing left but sin, and a wish to die.
Innocence, my innocence is gone.
After ages of of war I try to compensate,
for the lifes that I took in anger.
Sad reminder of death's been so hard to erase.
Might aswell just go with hatred.
My failure, my failure, my failure was I killed my saviour.
Nothing left to win, nothing left to die for.
Nothing left but sin, and a wish to die.
Innocence, my innocence is gone.