Here's to the animals
who crossed the gates of hell
those who sailed down the river
of sin they knew too well
and there's no time for begging
the devils done his work to take control
regret is not a word in the vocabulary of impulsive soul.
Here's to the criminals
who riot in their cell
who thrive on the chaos created by themselves
and in times of revolution
they will be the ones to take control.
Failure's not the fault of the shovel
it is the one digging the hole.
Iv'e been weighing out the options.
Just so tired of reasoning with action.
Logic calls itself companion
but this tool is not my friend.
I said curse this systematic poison
that denies experience.
and somehow, in the twists and the mists
of our only bliss,
there it was...
Success is on the way.
I know it sounds cliche,
but don't waste your life away.
We killed the scapegoat.
We roasted its hide.
Now we can put that chapter beside us
and move on the incredible things.
Beauty to this world we shall bring.