Incubator - You (the d**h Ballad) lyrics

Psycholic feeling Sorrow of society Who made these world? Destruction of me leads In deep depressions You left me help my will I am just too young Why must I go? Get out of me I want to change my ways You Made me higher You Treated me as your son You Reality turns to dust I know reality turns to dust And now I left my way A dessert of ice Where am I - am I a fool? Or just a child Now find my way I'll go... Good bye my world Good bye!