Lyrics:
This mark of impailment burnedon my skin in immoralThe shackle of frailness confines oneto crawl with one selfA smell oo corrosion forceFully clashes withinSensorial conditionsHuman emmisions grow thinIt's burned on your headIt's burned on your skinIt's burned on your eyesA barcode never liesA symbol of powerAs dark as the nightNo measure for intoleranceWe'll keep up the fightThis structure of violenceNow become silence of hurtfulBeginning obsession we noeLearned our lesson, DespiteA world of dominanceWill now pervadeClouds cover the sunThe light begins to fadeThis toilsome aggression isnow getting harder to fightSolutions of leverageInternal conclusion is tight