We're all in a battlefield
And it's not our fault
We've done nothing wrong
We work and we laugh and we cry
We're not in a battlefield
And it's all our fault
Cause we've done it to bad
We sleep and we sleep
The night full of sick people
Everyone is doing their best
To hide their desperation
Deliriant mutant fight in his mindwar
Deliriant mutant search for his energy
He follows subterranean hole roads which leads to the fire
Burning blue inside
He beg his soul to suicide
So he cannot feel ashamed anymore