A tragedy wedged into an innocent mind Trying to find the answer – why they all stood blind? With surgical precision they abort all hope In lack of intervention they hand you the rope Underneath the surface of pale unspoiled skin Dwells the human waste deep within Under the impression of living a life Searching for an answer with the blade of a knife Repressed memories of a life you should know Buried with your ruined soul, burnt not long ago This mental incision, infected by their filth With maculate intentions they violate what you have built Underneath the surface of pale unspoiled skin Dwells the human waste deep within Under the impression of living a life Searching for an answer with the blade of a knife