Incubator You (the Death Ballad)
Psychotic feelings Sorrow of society Who made this world? Destruction of me leads In deep depressions You left me help my will I'm just too young Why must I go? Get out of me I want to change my ways I want to change my ways Ways You Made me higher You Treated me as your son You Reality turns to dust I know reality turns to dust And now I left my way In a dessert of ice Where am I? Am I a fool? Or just a child Now find my way! I'll go... Goodbye my world Good bye!
