You The Death Ballad - Incubator



Psychotic feelings

Sorrow of society



Who made this world?

Destruction of me leads

In deep depressions

You left me help my will

I'm just too young

Why must I go?



Get out of me

I want to change my ways

I want to change my ways

Ways



You

Made me higher

You

Treated me as your son

You

Reality turns to dust

I know reality turns to dust



And now I left my way

In a dessert of ice

Where am I?

Am I a fool?

Or just a child

Now find my way!

I'll go...

Goodbye my world

Good bye



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