Original lyrics

EN

The first to make you ugly decision's make you whore the king of ill discretion the wardrobe you adorn the move to a new century the sunshine on your face has lined your pockets plenty and finalized this race some will be caught, some will be torn some will be cut and some will be burned debris will paint your canvas your masterpiece unfolds the death within your campus uphold on any decisions some will be caught, some will be torn some will be cut and some will be burned appears to keep you ugly appears to fuel your war fails to be good judgement to purify your score