Soilwork. Stabbing The Drama. Blind Eye Halo. Zeneszám

I came here to justify,
Such a thing would never cross your mind.
Those scars that you wear,
Seem like they lie and they won't disappear.
Once again you will cross that line,
Without reflection.
Filthy and denied. Information: Dead to the nation.

B: Manic
L: Cynic
I: Auto
N: Matic
D

Whatever happened to your mindfucking system?
It's all so shattering, shattering to the core..
Watch that halo grow,
On an everlasting lane.
Such an animated pleasuredome,
Doomed to carry infected flames.