Indifferent to their fearful glances I wont be like them Like robots, they live, never questioning Their own existence ( x2 )
Wear the rotten human carcass And walk over the sorrow Mere dust under the ragged clothes of the universe ( x3 )
The mask that draws a cynical grim is now mine I am the trigger The finger that tears the scars The trigger The razor scratching the bone, i am ( x2 )
In the shadow of truth In fear of faith Creeping insanity invade their minds Their convictions make no sense anymore And when they no longer have faith in the unseen I'll be standing ready to start again I am the trigger
