I am the trigger

Indifferent to their fearful glances
I wont be like them
Like robots, they live, never questioning
Their own existence ( x2 )

Wear the rotten human carcass
And walk over the sorrow
Mere dust under the ragged clothes of the universe ( x3 )

The mask that draws a cynical grim is now mine
I am the trigger
The finger that tears the scars
The trigger
The razor scratching the bone, i am ( x2 )

In the shadow of truth
In fear of faith
Creeping insanity invade their minds
Their convictions make no sense anymore
And when they no longer have faith in the unseen
I'll be standing ready to start again
I am the trigger