All I see is tragedy 

Reality and agony 

There's got to be some good left in the world 

Hidden away from all this darkness 

Leaving death behind 

My soul and open wound 

See it's bleeding thought 

I'd cry if I could 

But I'm immune to emotion 

The end injected into desolate hearts 

Corrupted bodies not afraid of the dark 

Forgotten children of a sickening world 

Bleeding from sickening wounds 

There's got to be some good left in the world 

Hidden away from all this torture 

Leaving death behind