Lyric

You say you haven't got anything you want

Your friendship in a frenzy had easily gone

Don't turn your sword against all the things around

Like someone all possessed utter empty words

Demanding sympathy never the reverse

Made up your game and lost what you really want

So why you cry you're empty about to die?

Like someone all possessed doesn't have a soul

Ah-

End up your propaganda it's all enough

Fed up with propaganda enough for all

You're someone all possessed where is your own words?

Don't turn your sword against all the things around

You say you have it solid under control

Illusions and delusions of what you want

You're crying you're so empty about to die

Don't turn your sword against all the things around

You're someone who's possessed deep in empty soul

Don't turn your sword against all the ones you love

A-ah