Any smart man would change things with a foolish touch Make things greater, more complex and more violent But, it takes a genius touch and lot of courage To change something against the grain They live according to envies and desires Until there comes a time where suddenly They will have to deal with the mother era To change something against the grain Plastic surgery Intellectual misery Forsaken century You are the welcome to the Wellhorld
The Armageddon I feel in my heart The chaos shadow I’m looking to The foolish minds I’m speaking to The dark souls I’m dealing with Too many heroes for a single aim Too many roses on a ghost grave Too much blood Too much lies Too much pain Fake generation, nobody beholds your real home Fake generation, nobody knows where you are coming from Fake generation, you are a dead point in a long cycle Fake generation, think pink generation