كلمات Newborn Sight

Is there a reason for this life? Is there a purpose in being right? I don't believe in any fight What's the point in taking sides? Born suicidal, was I dead on arrival? From glass to sand, it begins in the end Born suicidal, was I dead on arrival? From glass to sand, it begins in the end Think we were born just to die Wonder why I didn't cry Doubt and disorder are my allies Will my hunger soon arise? Born suicidal, was I dead on arrival? From glass to sand, it begins in the end Born suicidal, was I dead on arrival? From glass to sand, it begins in the end It begins in the end It begins in the end Newborn clean sight will convert the light All I see are lines, one twisted dot at a time Newborn clean sight will distort the night Born suicidal, was I dead on arrival? From glass to sand, it begins, in the end