Visions of horror flash before my eyes
Flooding my mind; I am desensitized
Cold and distant the world becoming
Dark and empty; my conscience fading
No one to lend me a hand to take
No one to tell me what's real from fake
Unable to cope with the infection
I'm filled with the hunger for destruction
Fueled with anger; locked inside a cage
Pacing back and forth; boiling with rage
Losing grip on moral awareness
Quickly descending into madness
Rapid breathing; increasing heart rate
Muscles twitching; eyes burning with hate
A product of society's will
I've nothing left but the need to kill
Look at what you've done to me
Look at what you've made me be
A creature of hostility
Inflicting pain on all near me
Look at what you've done to me
Look at what you've made me be
A critical mass burns inside me
My wrath the last thing you will see
In this world we're born to be docile
In this world we're bred to be hostile
Human behavior is a disease
Deaf are we to each others pleas
The virus is spreading everyday
Millions infected; it's here to stay
Humankind now in free fall
Critical masses are we all
Look at what you've done to me
Look at what you've made me be
A victim of humanity
Unleashing death with fiendish glee
Look at what you've done to me
Look at what you've made me be
A critical mass burns inside me
My wrath the last thing you will see
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