Incubator - You (The Death Ballad) lyrics

Psycholic feeling

Sorrow of society

Who made these world?

Destruction of me leads

In deep depressions

You left me help my will

I am just too young

Why must I go?

Get out of me

I want to change my ways

You

Made me higher

You

Treated me as your son

You

Reality turns to dust

I know reality turns to dust

And now I left my way

A dessert of ice

Where am I - am I a fool?

Or just a child

Now find my way

I'll go...

Good bye my world

Good bye!