Failed Generation

As we're heading for the world-oblivion, gathering to same

As we're waiting for the end that's surely making its way

Underneath the skin there are splinters of dead men

Pieces of dead souls which are heading towards dead-end

If you stare to its eyes they look back

And reflecting all its rage

These are the eyes of the end

Redeeming all that's left

Exposing souls to the poison-mass the deadly choice of grace

Waving goodbyes to eternity and passing by the grief

The world is staring to eternal darkness and to the eyes of death

Waving goodbyes to eternity and passing by the grief

Slowly watch you die the suicidal mind of mine

Nevermore to breath the same air

When you are close to the ground and you see the falling star

The final stage of my existing rage - of my distorted faith

Staring towards utopia - Another dying breed

My soul is pierced and the road is filled with hate

Final sunset making its way