A nightingale from a cage flying over Burried skulls The lighted face shows the rage the soul stolen Under the moon. Why does it happen to me? Why does it happen to me? Life at stake falling senses it's an order The social bruise Mind game the red state a phantom soldier Never impugn. Why does it happen to me? Why does it happen to me? Lie and fake start the scenes soothsayer True scary thoughts You might escape from this siege without ammo But now is doomed What should we believe? What should we believe?