Love's my hate, hate's my sin, (I) asked myself: "has it grown in a year softer" Scared of the world I've made, precious gift, have I grown in a year harder One more war, numbers of, dying forour makin' of everlast nation As i glowed (in) ruddy shades, pulsing pain, makin' me falling down Screamer sleeps inside, wherein the straight road no longer lay I've come out to hide afraid of what our bodies made One life's not enough to go against the one-eyed god From the forgotten path I found myself astray In need of war an battle Dance with virus of a lifetime Plaguing the world obstacle of Peace came when I lost my vital, my breath War goes on, on without me Whispers on the disorder Talks to the dead, the dead instead of Triggering again the only path to lead us to the dawn Everywhere reflected patterns thoughts of images and numbers Fillin'forms of adoration as we make a sorry nation See how death has grown it's album I can see myself in this dream War between my virtue and vice