Текст: Soil. True Self. Forever Dead.

I am sickened by what I've heard
I can't believe the thing that you have done
To go this far nothing is unreal
It is a waste forever dead

This blood is on your hands
Now you're gone
You brought this upon yourself
And you will live forever, forever dead

You go and make all your choices
The path you choose, it can't and won't be won
Did you ever stop and think for a moment
That you will live forever dead

This blood is on your hands
Now you're gone
You brought this upon yourself
And you will live forever, forever dead


I'm sickened by what I've heard
I can't believe the thing that you have done
To go this far for nothing
It is a waste, forever dead

The blood is on your hands
Forver dead

Every day that goes by I think of this
We could not see the damage that was done
Another friend is lost, why is this?
It is a waste, forever dead

You brought this upon yourself
And you will live forever, forever dead