Induration of Sorrow

Look into yourself like some enemyYou are the object to unknown secrecyKill all your feelingsJust don't ask me why?Then you're pure like airRight above the sky

Innocent taker Strange and hollowFace the makerInduraton of sorrow

Look into the futureForget about the pastExplain to yourselfIt wouldn't be the lastChafe the skin By the irony of fateAnnoyed by sarcasm It all turns to hate

Hate hate hate It all turns to hate

Think of your needsTake everything you canEven if you bleedYou bleed from your hand

Think about yourselfLike a one world manForget all around youNone shall understand

Now look at youYoure the devil himselfClear all mindsAnd fill the dusty shelfTry remembering the lifeYou once hadThis is our world Just don't forget that

Hate hate hateIt all turns to hate