The haste of life will not change the fact The agony will capture you at last Vision in the mirror looks so good The fear of thruth will not be absent.
Avoid the scratches which make you rust The breaking point of patience should be intact Imagine there's a loyal squad of soldiers To cover your back lest it won't get cracked.
Contributors act makes you immortal Contributors act makes you pure.
The gullible bright mind will be turned to black Shadows of shame will kill the light inside You will see how the pain creeps under your skin You will scream when the failure reveals itself You are a contributor but still not a god Vision reflected turns out be a prison.
Haunted by yourself Killed by yourself Fooled by yourself Killed by yourself.