A wicked scheme of itself
You chose the path
To follow voices
In a buried past the papers told
Well would'cha look at yourself
For wounds they may heal
But your soul won't return

"I speak for both sides"
Making up another lie
Admitting great mistakes
That carry on a third life
While you persist to
Cure what is untreatable

The surface tension breaks
I shake hands with the devil

Face the facts
Remorse without a sorrow
Might as well
Just go to hell tomorrow
It won't be enough
No, it will never
We can never hide
Ourselves forever
Take the hit
The target's on your sights
No undoes
That is the consequence of life
Desired life pulled at the seams
Meaningless as all this has been

A wicked scheme in itself
I chose the path
To follow instincts
That's been buried in my mind for nights
Somehow the fault is then mine
For following the creed
And yet my motives fall on deaf lines

The damage done is
All according to my plan
A mind sublime to lose
Yet we dismiss the real truth
And here I stood
The bounty resting in my hand
Just understand they'll never listen to you

Face the facts
Remorse without a sorrow
Might as well
Just go to hell tomorrow
It won't be enough
No, it will never
We can never hide
Our ghosts forever
Take the hit
The target's on your sights
No undoes
That is the consequence of life
A borrowed life, that's what you mean
This may be the last I'll be seen

Face the facts
Remorse without a sorrow
Mirrors crack
We're nothing but an ammo
Suffering is all that we can feel
Full of scars, with eyes
As sharp as cold steel

"Doctor, dear
We're quite misunderstood"
"Leave it be
For there is nothing we can do"
So even if the blood's on you
Death is something I will go through