This could be the end of thesystem. This could be the end of fashion. This could be the end of who the hell cares. This is my life. Do I really know what I'm doing. Do I really know where I'm
genocide. The cancer you wont remove. We cast our funeral rose inside. And bury the need to prove. Our mutilation is to gain from thesystem Oh, turn your head away. From the screen, oh people. It will
one door is closed, don't you know other is open? . Would you let thesystem make you kill your brotherman? . No, no, no, no, no, no! No, Dread, no! . Would you make thesystem make you kill your