Original lyrics

EN

The form of a rose with dissonance at its core A black hole lies under ten thousand masks We are bound to our design but you move so freely Without an internal structure Demented creation Defiled Defy all the formulas and figures and leave a shell behind Every waking life you destroy defines your defect So find restitution for all you destroy If blood wont convince you, then what's in your bones? I know all the answers within ourselves Yearn to be found We choose destruction and we ask why Are we so imperfect, or is it part of our design?