The world, an enigma of beauty
Life, so curious and grand
How amazing to be a part of it
Flowing with time as a grain of sand...
The breeze, the trees, the skies, the seas
It's all magnificant...It's a goddamn disease!
The skies are now gray
And the flowers will wilt
The seas will turn red
We'll die from our guilt
Innocence will parish
And evil shall rule
We'll celebrate the chaos
As pain becomes our fuel.
And so this life will cease to be
And acctually, I'm glad
Because these feelings never leave
Because I'm always sad.
Life once seemed so pure and true
I wish I still had those eyes
But once I grew up I could only see
The world was full of lies.