I came here to justify, such a thing would never cross your mind Those scars that you wear, seem like they lie and won't disappear Once again you will cross that line, without reflection Filthy and defined, information: dead to the nation B, manic, L, cynic, I, auto, N, matic, D Pretentious, every detail is built to get you through An universal looking gla**, information: dead to the nation B, manic, L, cynic, I, auto, N, matic, D What ever happened to you mind-f**ing system It's all so shattering, so battering to the core.. Watch that halo grow, on an everlasting lane Such an animated pleasure-dome, doomed to carry infected flames [Solo: Frenning, Wichers] B, manic, L, cynic, I, auto, N, matic, D