From twisted emotions To infected thoughts We all suffocate Pieces of feelings Pieces of you Loneliness freezes our rights Shall we arise? Abbysal grey wastes us Hope is now a tragedy Buried deep in psykron's ground Life runs black as thy wrote it I'm scared of you My sister told me What have you become? The fazium I has begun Shall we all abort? Plasticised cells all over us Shall we kill us immediatly? The prototype ten wants to live To us!