The self-destructive spiral Nothing stimulates the need The despair of being hopeless You are your own enemy
Erase what you think is perfection Your rage runs after an ideal Reality's wrong, dreams are for real The savagery march is on
Your own destructive spiral Nothing stimulates your need Your despair of being hopeless You are your own enemy
Erase what you think is perfection Your rage runs after an ideal Erase what you think is illusion Your rage runs after an ideal Reality's wrong, dreams are for real The savagery march is on
The self-destructive spiral Nothing stimulates the need The despair of being hopeless You are your own enemy
Erase what you think is perfection Your rage runs after an ideal Erase what you think is illusion Your rage runs after an ideal
The shapes of things to come reinforce your vanity
The world may collapse, you don't change anything
The shapes of things to come reinforce your vanity