If it was my way
If I could make it how I desire
If I had my say
Had a chance to rewire
All the thoughts within their minds
The racing thoughts
Of sweet genocide
Humanity rots
Within the tombs
Of cold hate
Death does loom
What a horrible fate
If it was my way
If I could make it how I desire
If I had my say
Had a chance to rewire
All the damage it has done
The mass production of these dolls
Who call themselves 'the one'
We hide behind our walls
To escape
The failure of the world all around
To escape
The torture you hear, the horrid sound
A scream, a cry
The tears
They die
The fears
If it was my way
If I could make it how I desire
If I had my say
Had a chance to rewire
All the thoughts within their minds
The racing thoughts
Of sweet genocide
Humanity rots
By- Muti-ron
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