Verse 1
This extra-ordinary world
Sounds to me like a moan
Of repetition and discusting lies
The youth is trapped out
Their view's an empty wall
The dead end of their misery
The drop dead of the skyline

Chorus
This stupid purpose leads you to the ground
The common sense will breakdown in the death row of the law
Jester's eulogy will be being read
All of the minority ones

Verse 2
Riots will celebrate
The roundabout of faith
It's going nowhere
Let's go nowhere
Down the rotten sea of apathy
Buried in defeat
Am i heading the way to hell ?

Chorus
My useless point of view's an empty gun
The price of my belief's to have no words in my gravestone
Down in the mausoleum of forgotten ones
There the world wants to me to moan