What a beautiful morning. Everyone just gone dead. Am I still dreaming?
I need the rush in my head
Destiny does not exist, neither does heaven. But I'm sure about the invaders in my head
Never forget about the truth in a world made of lies
If this is reality I keep living in my dreams
Harlots of heaven please would you go k** yourself
Once there was a world, before the dead started walking
I'm thinking about better times, when the world comes to an end
Your thoughts are following the shadows, while you are praying to a god that doesn't exist
I am the light you can not see. Bringing your demise. A world without questions
They'll understand