All the same...

I've reached the end of the line,
writting things that come outside
this world will never know what's inside.
Looking at dead eyes make them live,
these eyes says no more.

The good, the bad...
all the same.
Your eyes can shine no more,
join the ignorance,
join the walking dead.

Punishment for what you are
is all you should receive.
You can't dare to be different
in your God's creation.

The clock is ticking,
the grains of sand are falling,
the minutes are dying...
yourself is terminated

Fuente de la imagen: http://symphonixx.deviantart.com/art/Rage-60180446