The Wasteland Massacre - Monster

Hypocrisy...

Putting fingers in my throat and awakening
Obscurity...
Killing happiness right there, inside of me.

Hypocrisy...

Tastes like blood
And it´s where my tongue is drowning
And my words are turning into golden bullets

Beneath the darkness
I´ve been left for dead
But I still can breath
To fight a world
Which has taken from me the innocence and the bliss...

...I´m falling in insanity...