Tend my wounds and
Rub me salt
[Promises of Past]
Now hear me call it [Love]
Finished now [The Third]
Is time to start [The Fourth]
Having made the choice
My [Rebellion] was to study
So I can save the world
A piece of the broken puzzle
We called it [Ningen no Chapter]
In a sequence of forgotten clashes
Made to find a lost one
A fork in the road of life
Was made with scapegoats
Sadness, sorrow
What was meant to symbol [Peace]
Was also a career compared to [War]
Called by [Love]
Hiding thoughts
Inside me
[Madness] flows
Let me be
A [Savior]
Let me find
[He who calls me]
[Medskul] was
The name of the pantheon
Inside were
The gods of humans vessels
A race for
Acquiring their heirloom
Bring it then
Light pours from their highness so!
Pass me the scalpel
Bring the fonendo
Nothing can stop this
Brilliant crescendo
An urging pulse of
Pride and pretensions
Reveals the nature
Hidden behind the
Victors and saviors
[Asclepio's Heirs] so
Calling us gods is
Not a deception
Nothing but humble
Bullshits and egos
Commence the warfare,
Let us see which ones last
Pass me the scalpel
Bring the fonendo,
No one will stop this
Brilliant crescendo
An urging pulse of
False education
Woke up the nature
Hidden behind the
Winners of failure
[Asclepio's Heirs] are
[False god's vocations]
Filled with obsessions
Nothing but falsehoods
[Moliere's Misanthropes]
Promote the warfare
Make sure to keep on
Lying, hurting
Feeling nervous
Anxious feelings
Depressed sessions
Hiding things and
Setting traps
So no one gets
A glimpse of exams
Crying, losing
Feeling desperate
Failing, drinking
Missing class
Doing drugs and
Making out
We are surely
Better than you
Trash!