Lives in disgrace
Says it's their fate
Sick jokes, the fad; breaks their nails to get a laugh

Plays with grenades
Lights up like mad
Jerks off to posters of guns and promised lands


That's when I see all my sisters loose their minds
I tell them "run, leave this life and fate behind

call your friends, cross the hills towards the skies
until the sun wakes and burns you in the eyes!"


Scoops up their hate
A sip and taste
Burns up their hi-fi to kill expressive style

Expecting love
Expecting praise
Keeps building anger until the end of days


That's when I see all my sisters loose their minds
I tell them "run, leave this life and fate behind

call your friends, cross the hills towards the skies
until the sun wakes and burns you in the eyes!"


And when I see all your signals in the sky
I promise you that I won't be far behind
You'll see the smoke of his old ways rising high

And you will know that his generation died