Stained
Hey, you stained, stay and afraid!
This is your future, that doesn't exist.
Look, look! This is your broken way!
You kill yourself! Your creed is Vice.
What have you done with your life?
You're pretend to be beaten.
But in your soul there is no strife.
After all you yourself beat. And
You're a haunted prey, you're a hungry hunter
To yourself. You and no one else, with yourself it all done.
Do you hear? Only you! Take fucking lantern
And illuminate around. You'll see a wall of stones.
You built it with your rotten soul.
All these stones you brought with your own
Hands. And you have to make it right.
But you stand and you want nothing. Why?
You're so fucked up.
What prevents move? What?
Come on, keep spoiling.
After all, you turn in
Vegetable. Depression.
To yourself question
How did this happen.
Til your mind was sleeping,
You destroy good and created
Chaining. They you grip in.
