Your body's full of nothing*
And your brain is full of lies
You may pretend to be a man
There's only putrefaction, gangrene...
I'm waiting for the day you'll puke
Your crap and you'll fall
Life is a fake and a mental disorder
Life is a fake and a constant
Freedom is a whore you can never pay
Surface decomposed, paralyzed
Ossified, no one seems to care
Cause it's easier to deny the truth
With a line of snow to share
Isolated, mermetic, cynical,
How come your mind became so close?
But inside of me it grows
Life is a fake and a mental disorder
Life is a fake and a constant
Now I'm walking straight
With a furious fire in me
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