We degenerate by our own hands.
Dystopia
Shackled in life
Dystopia
Follows the light
The sphere of embers
The fields of pain.
And I proudly stand for Cain
Show me your light show me your pride.
We are like a system that becomes chaos itself
We are the deathmachine built by none.
We are killing our kind
Sickness plays the black keys
Oh, how I love the divinity in minor chords.