We can try another way Feel free to do it your way We all have the desire to die in peace and some believe it's not the end WHY don't we face it? And WHY another illusion to punish yourself? I want you - disembodied Pierced by shards of GLASS I want you - disembodied Your blood matches your DRESS Hands slip and take souls Any change brings news to my show New ritual to kill bitches! We were all born disbelievers We fear what madness makes us swallow We were all born disbelievers We cling to delusions of fucked up minds The damn belief doesn't cross my path Believe in now, things are as they are At the end of it all you will see my wrath Sooner or later you will suffer what my actions will declare Under the skin there was nothing Just wet guts I've been holding If you come back for some more Don't sell your ideas like a whore