Bruised floors, bruised flames, bruised knife, bruised names
What we will erase
So simple for you to achieve money and respect
While doing your harvest of innocence
You are blind to see them just being your tool
Because you don't understand their language and soul
(Just finish lines and goals which define you
No chance to see through)
Now we cry out for them as a medium
How long does it take to become a victim?
Pushed out by your hands smile before it ends
Brotherhood of murder rely on the past it's all you've got
We stomp onto the bloody ground don't try to do your final cut
The sound is getting louder these are words you should understand
And still you're deafened by dedication and complex
The final cut is ours