The screams of a child Never meant to walk this earth Born from a serpent, fathered by ignorance. Bent over and broken Given the tools to hate this world Oh tell me your troubles As you count your gold “How much hate can the heart hold Before it poisons the soul” (poisons your soul) Fear, confusion, dismay Emotions restrain the path of true self Anxiety, Depression, self hatred Molded by that in which we reflect Misery cloaked by misfortune You are the oppressing god Edify spirit and mind Or you shall rot from within “How much hate can the heart hold Before it poisons the soul” Poisons your soul Edify spirit and mind or rot from withinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
