| You are a walking circus without a hold | |
| What once was soul is now an empty shell without a heart | |
| No scars of blistering pain from independent fights | |
| Low kind of appetite for life | |
| I'll keep on hating your design of life, your trendy ways through time | |
| You are just a pity product of the so-called smart arse mind | |
| Every green will ****ing die in you before I'll count to 2 | |
| Let me bleed, that's what I need, for you it's far too late | |
| Keep your ****ing hands from me | |
| Watch me as I bleed | |
| Can you hear my cry for chaos | |
| Your tears fall like acid rain, you're a breathing battery | |
| Material that's what you are, but that wouldn't bring you far | |
| Seek into yourself and cry, you're made of flesh as I | |
| But you a lie, mirrorblind, wake up as you die | |
| Keep your ****ing hands from me | |
| Watch me as I bleed | |
| Can you hear my cry for chaos | |
| You are a walking circus without a hold | |
| What once was soul is now an empty shell without a heart | |
| No scars of blistering pain from independent fights | |
| Low kind of appetite for life | |
| Their system will survive in you, your brainless eyes behold | |
| Synchronizing pictures of the stuff you think you love | |
| Apathy, that's what you are, the golden spoon will fall | |
| From your ass, be a man, feel now if you can | |
| Keep your ****ing hands from me | |
| Watch me as I bleed | |
| Can you hear my cry for chaos |