Stuck behind these walls where nothing grows but hatred, Search for the door, smack to the floor, degraded ? Corroded, overloaded, our unwanted growth. Doesn't matter if it's my god or yours, Nothing is up to you! Don't even think about it, Who gives a shit about the lost loves others ? My rotting heart just looks the other way. Pain, pain for which you're to blame. Full of hatred, no longer sane, God takes what's his! 3x: How could I believe ? That when the people are gone That everything remains still. Back behind these walls where nothing shows but anger. Been here before, scratch at the door, remember ? Corroded, overloaded, our unwanted growth. Doesn't matter if it's my god or yours, Believe that these are facts! How could I believe ? That when the people are gone That everything remains still.