Genocide

Don't fool your self
the Beauty is just an ilusion
that can bring misfortune back

Don't fool your self
realy the most of dreams
were created to be destroyed

There's no use cryng after the angels dead
There's no use living if there isn't what to believe in

Listen to desperate apeals
listen to the clamor of help
look at genocide of your thoughts
look at genocide of your thoughts

Don't fool your self
The beauty is just an ilusion that kill souls
Don't fool your self
Not aways roses were made of blood

I see a river of blood flowing,
but I don't get shoked
I just continue to help
Pile The dead ones!