I look at myself thru' a broken mirror

a perfect image of humanity

and sounds come from the beach

I can hear them

Waves are comin and goin away

I look into myself, love and destruction

I become almost blind

and all I can see is children

with weapons in their hands

they're ready to fight, ready to die

Eleven years of innocent pain

perverted constrictions versus a free death

just cheap dreams for who's got

nothin' to lose

I'm openin'my scar

I laugh at you

I bleed you don't think

you dead

Angry beast with no soul

is what you created with your own hate.