All I see is tragedy
Reality and agony
Theres got to be some good left in the world
Hidden away from all this darkness
Leaving death behind
My soul and open wound
See its bleeding thought
Id cry if I could
But Im immune to emotion
The end injected into desolate hearts
Corrupted bodies not afraid of the dark
Forgotten children of a sickening world
Bleeding from sickening wounds
Theres got to be some good left in the world
Hidden away from all this torture
Leaving death behind
