Caught between the mess of beauty and breath,
Her hollow shell, a carcass, to the enticement of death
Layed across the floor, with corporate greed in her head
Dreamed of a utopia with no injustification ahead.
What's the point, where's the answers? There is none in sight
There's no differenence between what's wrong and what is right
No one will remember your measly little name,
You mean nothing and the world has little to gain.
You can try to be somebody you're not, but what does it matter?
Destruction can be the only order to this society's latter...
Hold your breath, my dear girl, because it's your own lungs
But the air you breathe is the world's death song unsung.
