How do I tell you I failed again
Ill never recover or make amends
Sadness overcomes me  
To think of something ill never be
My mind sails
As my heart fails
Whover thought  
That happiness could be bought
Im in a battle
But all you do is tattle
Youre just not seeing
So Im fleeing

Oh perfection,
You require viewers discretion.
There are some who only look skin deep
And for them I surely weep

Others claim
You can't judge a book by the cover or name
And for those poor men
I'll give silence for seconds ten.

For perfection
You are an illusion
You cause much confusion
You cause teens depression

You are not real
You are so fake
So what is the deal?
You bite like a snake!

Hello,  my name is wrath
I live in your soul
I'm carving a path
And giving your soul a hole

A hole for the darkness
A hole for the pain
A hole for the betrayal
A hole for the shame

Its like an infection
It will start out small
Then will cause you destruction
Until you'll surely fall.

Then you I will greet
It not being the first time we meet
I'll pull you up,  up to your feet
And then we will blow,  blow up the street

A lazy body
Isn't naughty
But Beware the soul
That's where there is a toll

God is great.
So do not wait
for the Lord
To give you some secret word

Rise against inequality
Stop the immorality
Worship him
For your life is his whim

It has started to seem
Like from a strange dream.
That we are undead
but it seems that by death we are lead.
It guides us like a father
comforts like a mother
Teases us like a sister
Protects us like a brother
We undead, who love destruction,
Are left on earth with one instruction.
Burn the earth
and show some mirth
Toward the abandoned breed.
And death will give us all we need.

It's a new generation
Let's make our own nation
Populated by the undead
By our deadly parent we are fed

Rock a bye body
In the treetops
When the wind blows
My body will drop

Strung up high
And stretch out my neck
Don't leave me swayin
Just show some respect

My whole life is crashing
It's all in a knot
My heart finished beating
Looks like I got caught

My soul will fly high
Way up in the sky
Grin on my face
Is the day that I die

A mark of blasphemy,
The founder of economy
A part of our society
A black part from inside of me