Twisted

There is a voice in my head
Telling me to save the world
Begging me please to forgive

This morning I woke up and saw the world
With eyes of pain and truth
I was wondering how you and me
Can still be here, still alive?

We are like an abscess, devastation, a wreath of barbes
Nothing to be proud of But oh! Yes we can!

Oh my dear every life is a gift
We all are so endless beautiful
No!

We’re betraying, we’re lieing, we’re killing and dying out of hate
you fabulous machine of death trying to clone your perfect match
(match) your own game, watch your fall
and be my brother in arms
we will be proud of what we’ve done
even if it’s nothing it’s all about