Depressive days, lots of anger.
Ruins of faith, hatred inside.
Hatred to humans, hatred to lies.
I ignore their rules, I ignore the despised.
But there's one thought
That constantly drills my mind.
This thought is the scream of my soul:
"Most of people must die!"
Human kind must be purified.
Die!
Human kind must be purified…
How wonderful this world is without human,
And it's dark beauty excites my sight.
But there's one thought
That constantly drills my mind.
This thought is the scream of my soul:
"Most of people must die!"
