Not a sacred place! This place is cursed by God for sure!
See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed Swarming stigma attaches, insane Yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily Trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply Stone grown, growing in squares, light shines me thru Blindly finding, doubting, death’s riddles, so true
(Saxophone by Marcello Balena)
Going to the asylum to learn how to die...
See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed Swarming stigma attaches, insane Yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily Trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply
(Saxophone by Marcello Balena)
(Vocals by Karyn Crisis)
I fly towards other rooms They all look the same But every single one of them is different By the imprints they project in this astral space They have different voices and different stories Different screams, different microcosmos They all reveal the echoes of men who’ve all lost their way, yet remain Their vibrations tell us: Some of them went away, some of them are deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
