Systematized massacre and blind faith
Our hands are polluted before we know
Everything is chosen
Why don't you doubt yourself?
Why don't you open your eyes?
In the line, in the pain, in the darkness
On gray border line
The problem that solution haven't been found
Our happiness keep on escalating
A blood is just a blood
After wipe our polluted hands
We will see the same scene
We walk like falling to ruin
Our wealth that replace the truth with the lie