Don't fool yourself, beauty is just an illusion,
that can bring misfortune back
Don't fool yourself, really the most of dreams are created to be destroyed

There's no use crying, after the angels die
There's no use living without a reason to believe

Listen to desperate appeals, listen to the clamor of help
Look at the genocide of your thoughts
Look at the genocide of your thoughts

Don't fool yourself, beauty is just an illusion that kills souls
Don't fool yourself, not always roses are made of blood

There's no use crying, after the angels die
There's no use living without a reason to believe

Listen to desperate appeals, listen to the clamor of help
Look at genocide of your thoughts
Look at genocide of your thoughts

I see a river of blood flowing
But I don't get scared
I just continue helping to pile up, the dead ones