Lyrics

Tend my wounds and
Rub me salt,
[Promises of Past],
Now hear me call it [Love],
Finished now [The Third],
Is time to start [The Fourth],
Having made the choice,
My [Rebellion] was to study
So I can save the world.

A piece of the broken puzzle,
We called it [Ningen no Chapter],
In a sequence of forgotten clashes,
Made to find a lost one,
A fork in the road of life
Was made with scapegoats,
Sadness, sorrow,
What was meant to symbol [Peace]
Was also a career compared to [War].


Called by [Love],
Hiding thoughts,
Inside me,
[Madness] flows,

Let me be
A [Savior],
Let me find
[He who calls me],

[Medskul] was
The name of the pantheon,
Inside were
The gods of humans vessels,

A race for
Acquiring their heirloom,
Bring it then,
Light pours from their highness so!

Pass me the scalpel
Bring the fonendo
Nothing can stop this
Brilliant crescendo

An urging pulse of
Pride and pretensions
Reveals the nature
Hidden behind the

Victors and saviors,
[Asclepio’s Heirs] so
Calling us gods is
Not a deception

Nothing but humble
Bullshits and egos,
Commence the warfare,
Let us see which ones last...

Pass me the scalpel,
Bring the fonendo,
No one will stop this
Brilliant crescendo

An urging pulse of
False education
Woke up the nature
Hidden behind the

Winners of failure,
[Asclepio’s Heirs] are
[False god’s vocations]
Filled with obsessions

Nothing but falsehoods,
[Moliere’s Misanthropes],
Promote the warfare,
Make sure to keep on...

Lying, hurting,
Feeling nervous,
Anxious feelings,
Depressed sessions,
Hiding things and
Setting traps
So no one gets
A glimpse of exams.

Crying, losing,
Feeling desperate,
Failing, drinking,
Missing class,
Doing drugs and
Making out,
We are surely
Better than you,
Trash!