(Lyrics: Yotam A. / Music: Tal B.)
Solo: Tal
I've grown sick and tired from
what mankind can offer me
I learned to know that I'm
better than anyone I'll ever
meet
My parents thought that I'm a
beacon of despair
And still they grant me freed-
dom to accomplish my malign
affairs
A secret tyrant
a**ume control
Of earth's entire providence
With no one watching
Imminent fall
Degenerated brilliance
I find social interactions
nothing but a waste of time
The usage of my resources
feels just like a tactical
sublime
I couldn't care less for your
whimpering facade
I've trained a whole lifetime
to stand against you and your
odds
Authentic genius
Caprices' crown
An outcast of misbegotten
deets
With unclear reason
Vague shaded bounds
Can't trust the hand that feeds
All fair in love and war, and
you'll get no love from me
Pacifists can't settle scores,
Dare to walk this road and see
Shadow of my former self, a dry
and empty crust
Spreading judgment from mom's
basement, homemade holocaust
Duct-taped philosophies
tie another node
I'm armed to my teeth as
my master-plan unfolds
Behavior is a riddle scar-
ring me wiht doubt
And what is this compas-
sion that you talk about
A deadly password
Removed with ease
Fortifications broken
down
Keep pressing forward
The end complete
A kid with hundred
atom bombs
Solos: Tal & Yaniv
Solo: Tal
I've grown sick and tired from
what mankind can offer me
I learned to know that I'm
better than anyone I'll ever
meet
My parents thought that I'm a
beacon of despair
And still they grant me freed-
dom to accomplish my malign
affairs
A secret tyrant
a**ume control
Of earth's entire providence
With no one watching
Imminent fall
Degenerated brilliance
I find social interactions
nothing but a waste of time
The usage of my resources
feels just like a tactical
sublime
I couldn't care less for your
whimpering facade
I've trained a whole lifetime
to stand against you and your
odds
Authentic genius
Caprices' crown
An outcast of misbegotten
deets
With unclear reason
Vague shaded bounds
Can't trust the hand that feeds
All fair in love and war, and
you'll get no love from me
Pacifists can't settle scores,
Dare to walk this road and see
Shadow of my former self, a dry
and empty crust
Spreading judgment from mom's
basement, homemade holocaust
Duct-taped philosophies
tie another node
I'm armed to my teeth as
my master-plan unfolds
Behavior is a riddle scar-
ring me wiht doubt
And what is this compas-
sion that you talk about
A deadly password
Removed with ease
Fortifications broken
down
Keep pressing forward
The end complete
A kid with hundred
atom bombs
Solos: Tal & Yaniv