Incubator - Pseudo Call Lyrics
A thirteenth month was bornWho wants to play these game?Answer your mission nowReflection of your mindLeads me to your graveSilently your question willBe answeredCould a existence be bornWhich made dreams to mystic liesYou're buried in a cage of realityTo sell your soul, for a tripTo yourselfTo life in a world ofForbidden doorsRun away, leave your campLove and hate melt fast togetherLeave a body of fearBrainwork to forgetYour existance!!!Meet the hangman, at the backdoorOf your lost paradies!Create your harmonyIn shadow of the lieBe a part of the forgottenKingdomFaster - time stand stillSchizophrenia from day to day