Backwards people believing they’re doing a God’s will,
Commiting murder swearing it’s authorized yeah,
Swearing anyone against must be a villian or can’t be one of their own,
City runs backwards influence tainted with no cease.
Just one room of horror in our lifetimes.
Instead of heal let’s rip the repairs away,
Day in and out we break,
Some hearts of not careful but no it’s excused,
I’m superior therefore see a brighter picture without healing,
Instead it’s hated murder much bleeding.
Another room of horror.
Degrees, what’s your nightmare?
Around the corner somewhere.
Suffering doesn’t cease here and that sounds familiar.
House of horrors, us unglued.