I am a pure entity of destruction, I can probably blame my eduction. My parents didn't treat me well, the reason for that, well - I've been a special kind of child, I wasn't nice but wild. I've got my problems here and there, got used by them, yeah. I am not scared or ashamed to talk about my feelings, they ain't no sealings.

There's nothing for me to break, since I am all wide open, like my scars on my arms bleeding while my heart's already broken. I've got a reason to live, and that's the fear of death, and I still own my breath.

If I could change one **** thing, it would still be almost everything. I am looking for a little bit of love, but I can't wait for heaven to send an angel from above.

Oh lord, give me a sign, or just say one word.
Do you really exist or is everything just absurd.
I've been told that you're a saviour and you're against hate,
and I am here crying and wishing for satan to fade,
but he remains inside my head, he wants me to be dead.

I live like a fool, and I just feel like a tool.
They've got everything they needed, but I am still undefeated, because how shall you win against a sin.