Оригинален текст
Disgraced, expendable, we are not really real
A mirage of solitude is what they try to heal and
I will not be made to feel we are sealed in a fake charade
CHORUS
Spewing bile atrocities, bringing existence to it's knees
I will manifest my sins and, I will Kill Mercy Within
Immersed in this hypnotic spell,
influenced by the hate that swells
I'm not terrified anymore,
there's nothing left but open sores
Disengaged, relinquish the reality, I've known
I'm feeling like I'm alienated from my own and
I will not be made to feel
we are sealed in a fake charade
CHORUS 2x
Nothing left but open sores
