Rivers of blood stabbing dark clouds up in the sky
Destruction meets terror as we pray not to die
Art of disaster was made by Human
We justify ourselves with the evil One,Satan
Erasing flaws to create dreadful perfection
The Temple of Love looks like a hideous erection
Honesty of purpose is now pure heresy
We made our lives a damnable crime
We succeeded in composing our own elegy
Our closed minds await our decay's time?
Share our sympathy for a life of disdain
Do we enjoy the pleasure we obtain?
