You taste my hands to say again
I’m like the [bad word] others
I can’t see the line between the [bad word] And creeping worms in flowers

Create your god it will allow
To blame somebody’s answers
We stopped our hearts to understand
We worked on machine hours

There’s something new inside my vein
Embalm me inter vivos
With this we started to be ourselves
Don’t you think it’s so hideous
Year, you feed me up
With your savor
Now you save me up
I feel your chemical flavor

Create your god it will allow
To blame somebody’s answers
We stopped our hearts to understand
We worked on machine hours
You are so far from [bad word]  pain [bad word] to take a swallow [bad word] from world to suicide
It makes the sense so hollow

Just shoot your brain out to make them hurt
The world won’t change at all
It’s all so week and full of dirt
It’s nothing to control

Create your god it will allow
To blame somebody’s answers
We stopped our hearts to understand
We worked on machine hours
You are so far from [bad word]  pain [bad word] to take a swallow [bad word] from world to suicide
It makes the sense so hollow

Yeah (x5) sense so hollow
Yeah [bad word] to suicide
Yeah sense so hollow