Dead Bodies Justify A Fear

Eliminate the reluctance

Inside self-criticism

Wake you up

There are four in your own

My believe excommunicated

Youth shift the social boundaries

Freedom is only yours

Not for your enemy

Your truth is just an illusion

Completing all the delusions

Your idle hands are opened

It feels unharmed

Look at your work in rhetoric

Heavenly scream

Sacrifice your people

For the sake of preserve tradition

Dead bodies justify your fear

Your truth is just an illusion

Completing all the delusions

Your idle hands are opened

It feels unharmed

Obvious blood, that is you smelled

But fragrant is all that you spelt

Worldly throne everything

Feels unharming, feels unharming

Freedom is only yours

Not for your enemy

Creator of the lands

Wiping the way

Your way is not the best

My doubt appears

Your jealousy strengthens

When everyone is saved

Including who isn't past your curation

Creator of the lands

Wiping the way

Your way is not the best

My doubt appears

Your jealousy strengthens

When everyone is saved

Including who isn't past your curation

Your truth is just an illusion

Completing all the delusions

Your idle hands are opened

It feels unharmed

Obvious blood, that is you smelled

But fragrant is all that you spelt

Worldly throne everything

Feels unharming