It's a self-portrait painted with your blood revealing your darkest thoughts
Claiming yourselves to be the victims, victims that you are not.
Empty feelings filling your empty shell of a self-centered existence
A distorted vision of your reality
A reality you deny
And each sunset brings a darker day
And people are all the same
Claiming yourselves to be the victims, victims that you are not.
Erase all the l***,
Breakdown all will,
Glorified defeatist,
Amputated eft hand.
Scared of what you might find?
Dig out what's deep inside
Sermons and false sympathy
This life suits you well.
Empty feelings filling your empty shell of a self-centered existence
A distorted vision of your reality
A reality you deny
And each sunset brings a darker day
And people are all the same
Claiming yourselves to be the victims, victims that you are not.
Scared of what you might find?
Dig out what is left inside
Sterile and virgin
This death suits you well.
Claiming yourselves to be the victims, victims that you are not.
Empty feelings filling your empty shell of a self-centered existence
A distorted vision of your reality
A reality you deny
And each sunset brings a darker day
And people are all the same
Claiming yourselves to be the victims, victims that you are not.
Erase all the l***,
Breakdown all will,
Glorified defeatist,
Amputated eft hand.
Scared of what you might find?
Dig out what's deep inside
Sermons and false sympathy
This life suits you well.
Empty feelings filling your empty shell of a self-centered existence
A distorted vision of your reality
A reality you deny
And each sunset brings a darker day
And people are all the same
Claiming yourselves to be the victims, victims that you are not.
Scared of what you might find?
Dig out what is left inside
Sterile and virgin
This death suits you well.