كلمات Genocide

Don't fool yourself, beauty is just an illusion, that can bring misfortune back Don't fool yourself, really the most of dreams are created to be destroyed There's no use crying, after the angels die There's no use living without a reason to believe Listen to desperate appeals, listen to the clamor of help Look at the genocide of your thoughts Look at the genocide of your thoughts Don't fool yourself, beauty is just an illusion that kills souls Don't fool yourself, not always roses are made of blood There's no use crying, after the angels die There's no use living without a reason to believe Listen to desperate appeals, listen to the clamor of help Look at genocide of your thoughts Look at genocide of your thoughts I see a river of blood flowing But I don't get scared I just continue helping to pile up, the dead ones