All I see is tragedy 
Reality and agony 
There's got to be some good left in the world 
Hidden away from all this darkness 
Leaving death behind 
My soul and open wound 
See it's bleeding thought 
I'd cry if I could 
But I'm immune to emotion 
The end injected into desolate hearts 
Corrupted bodies not afraid of the dark 
Forgotten children of a sickening world 
Bleeding from sickening wounds 
There's got to be some good left in the world 
Hidden away from all this torture 
Leaving death behind