The self-destructive spiral
Nothing stimulates the need
The despair of being hopeless
You are your own enemy

Erase what you think is perfection
Your rage runs after an ideal
Reality's wrong, dreams are for real
The savagery march is on

Your own destructive spiral
Nothing stimulates your need
Your despair of being hopeless
You are your own enemy

Erase what you think is perfection
Your rage runs after an ideal
Erase what you think is illusion
Your rage runs after an ideal
Reality's wrong, dreams are for real
The savagery march is on

The self-destructive spiral
Nothing stimulates the need
The despair of being hopeless
You are your own enemy

Erase what you think is perfection
Your rage runs after an ideal
Erase what you think is illusion
Your rage runs after an ideal

The shapes of things to come reinforce your vanity

The world may collapse, you don't change anything

The shapes of things to come reinforce your vanity

The world may collapse, you won't change anything