Testo: Death. Spiritual Healing. Killing Spree.

To the world around, he was the perfect person
Planning for an alibi, he then starts rehearsing
A human bomb just waiting to explode
This secret rage can't be controlled

Slaughtered the dreams of others on
Left to recover self-inflicted wounds
Life he has consumed

Planning a killing spree
Victim of a conspiracy

Getting bored with his current life
Rearranging with a knife

Greed before despair suspicion starts to grow
His life was spared, for this he does not know
Screams filled the air, there was no way to help
The ones he mourns, he killed himself

Slaughtered the dreams of others on
Left to recover self-inflicted wounds
Life he has consumed

Planning a killing spree
Victim of a conspiracy