A / Aparathus / Amentia Miasma (The Deduction of Stoved Agony)
Never did I see another way for me My bane was sucked at birth, my veins contaminated I died at birth a cauterized brain death There will never be another fucking way for me
Emotions uncontrolled Searched their way out off my lacerated soul Hatred transformed Stimulated in human slaughter orgies so foul Amentia unleashed Rest in agonizing wounds, draws the misanthropy Miasma besieged Deranged wretched spirit plans its next gory autopsy
Forlorn misery grew with my senses The only thing I ever felt was mauling pressure from within Splintered is the mind, torment penetrates the soul Forlorn misery keeps growing with my fucking senses
Sickening habitat dwells in unison with insanity Time suffocates in afflicting darkness The shelter The place of retreat The butchery The addict The hand that feeds the frantic malady
Emotions uncontrolled Searched their way out off my lacerated soul Hatred transformed Stimulated in human slaughter orgies so foul Amentia unleashed Rest in agonizing wounds, draws the misanthropy Miasma besieged Deranged wretched spirit plans its next gory autopsy
Sickening habitat dwells in unison with insanity Time suffocates in afflicting darkness The shelter The place of retreat The butchery The addict The hand that feeds the frantic malady
I became the fiend, the lord of apprehensibility Numb senses, strangled nerves, emotions bleed to death I kill the people to make them know my pain I am the fiend, the lord of fucking apprehensibility
The attic is the mirror of my within The reflection of my defiled soul
The bodies - amputation leftovers The blood - tormenting convulsions The entrails - ripped off feelings The fetor - never-healing wounds The vermin - the leeches on my heart I am going to kill myself To break the mirror and quit the nightmare Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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