Texty: D.I.. Ancient Artifacts. Purgatory II.

This song?s for all you lovers

Why do people judge me?
God?s creation has reached insanity
All the world?s leader are such liars
They?ll be doomed, burning flesh
Burning flesh into the fire
Into the fire

All the robots are rotting in lines
Don?t they know their existence is just a spit in time
Every time you look at yourself in the mirror
If you see there?s no reflection
It?s your fault
It?s your own rejection
Inception

Now the time has come
The time for you to die
Nobody cares, you?re all alone
Sitting, put your face in your hands
It?s time to fry
It?s time to wipe your eyes