Incubator Lyrics
"You (The Death Ballad)"

Psychotic feelings
Sorrow of society
Who made this world?
Destruction of me leads
In deep depressions
You left me help my will
I'm just too young
Why must I go?
Get out of me
I want to change my ways
I want to change my ways
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
In a dessert of ice
Where am I?
Am I a fool?
Or just a child
Now find my way!
I'll go...
Goodbye my world
Good bye!