Destiny shares the eyes of the young genocides

Suicides that are still alive

Their success has been so well disguised yeah

And on their face is a razors blank stare

As if to know their destiny is going no where

But no where is not so hard to bare

Where their parents can decide

Hand and hand they walk together

With their broken pride

Mothers and fathers sisters and brothers

And the whole world to decide

Desperately searching and dangerously

I deserve

Not much worse than they are of the young genocides

Facing the world with your back to the wall

It's hard to feel important at all

The grand illusion that'll never come

It's disguised itself as tomorrow