What will you pay?
What can you give up to cover all the mess that you have made?
You will not love what I'm gonna show you now.
I found your trace leading to the hole.
You buried the light that shone your soul.
Colorless eyes.
Shell without a ghost.
What do you say to the echo?
Reflected images break before my eyes.
Play the innocent, act the victim of the world you built.
Reaching out for the hands of the man who bleeds from your knife in his back.
It's time to open your eyes.
One by one we become numb to the pain that we cast on each other.
We become numb.
One by one we become numb to the rain that drowns us and steals our colors.
Life in black and white, nothing in between.
Lost in the progression of your own meaningless and destructive propaganda.
Paradise is a dream, so wake up.
Why can't you see where you're headed to?
It's a suicide.
A blasphemy to all the loved ones.
Look around you.
Look around you.
Oh, look at yourself.
Play the innocent, act the victim of the world you built.
Reaching out for the hands of the man who bleeds from your knife in his back.
It's time to open your eyes.
It's not too late 'til it's over.
Climb up from the grave that you yourself dug; the coffin's nail still loose enough.
Broken nails and bloodshot eyes to pay for all your sins.
What will you pay for all the mess?
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