Waiting for the tear-shaped rain To wash the honesty of beautiful lies away Quaint sorrows carved in paradoxical tragedies Much too perplexed to be hated or adored...
There's no need any longer to strive for dreams so empty and vain Nor to rekindle old flames that refuse to burn anyway All the same, we are not here to stay for good and all So prepare... your ultra-conscious journey begins
The toxic fluid injected – a lethal dose of truth annihilates through the veins Dimensions collide, the 360 degree angle is drawn Behold the machinehearts dissected As we drift through the guts of eternity soon to burst
We are the purulent sores of the Earth, never to heal The diorama of odium all maggot infested This cold memento for a bleeding race will stay alone We, the rusty coin forged to the weary eyelids of the world I will attempt to rise but will you follow if I fall?
Waiting for the tear-shaped rain To wash the majesty of beautiful scars away
Even the worms observe us with disgustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
