Из альбома: Spiritual Healing
To the world around he was the perfect person
This secret rage can't be controlled
Planning for an alibi he then starts rehearsing
A human bomb just waiting to explode
Self-inflicted wounds
On left to recover
Life he has consumed
Slaughtered the dreams of others
Planning a killing spree
Victim of a conspiracy?
Rearranging with a knife
Getting bored with his current life
Greed before despair suspicion starts to grow
His life was spared for this he does not know
Slaughtered the dreams of others
Screams filled the air there was no way to help
The ones he mourns he killed himself
On left to recover
Life he has consumed
Self-inflicted wounds
Planning a killing spree
Victim of a conspiracy