Take your instruments of war.
Burn down your stars.
And create a whole new sky.
Before everyone discovers your lie.
All the f**ers that cast their spell.
And wished for me a bitter hell.
I wish to thank you for your words.
There is nothing more to hurt.
Not your evil and your wicked heart.
Could k** the truth in my honest art.
Nothing else can strike me dead.
Only the creativity in my head.
When the fire is at your feet.
Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed.
Preachers of reality,
It is all but real I see.
Oh watch over my head,
Cause the b**h of live went mad.