I came here to justify,
Such a thing would never cross your mind.
Those scars that you wear,
Seem like they lie and they won´t disappear.
Once again you will cross that line,

Without reflection.
Filthy and denied. Information: Dead to the nation.

B: Manic
L: Cynic
I: Auto
N: Matic
D

Whatever happened to your mindfucking system?
It´s all so shattering, shattering to the core..
Watch that halo grow,
On an everlasting lane.
Such an animated pleasuredome,
Doomed to carry infected flames.