888 (Karma) (part. Xina Mora)

Teleport to your bed
Dalai Lama
All these soulless people
I'll leave their judgment to karma

This soulless city
I turn into dust
They will turn their backs
My eyes will bleed
This soulless city
I turn into dust
They will turn their backs
My eyes will bleed

This soulless city
I turn into dust
Alarms ringing
My ears deaf

We shining
Shadows watching
Blood dripping
The cycle is closing
Lifeless beings waiting for me
They want the angel I put in the beat
They forget I'm not from here
I ignited their world with gasoline
And only I have the key
I don't share it with anyone
Pay attention to the details
I'm going to blow everything up

They think I don't realize
They talk and that heats me up

This soulless city
I turn into dust
They will turn their backs
My eyes will bleed

This soulless city
I turn into dust
They will turn their backs
This soulless city
My eyes will bleed
This soulless city
I turn into dust
This soulless city
My eyes will bleed