Walking out your concrete cell trying hard to understand Riding dragons of your thoughts are you sick or you can:
- show me… those who aren’t insane; - warrant… who shall win the game; - disavow … here comes the night; - disobey… and keep the fight!
Attempt to run Leaving behind Search for a hole Out of control
Looking down through empty eyes disinfected, hypnotized Deliquescent flesh and mind not dead yet, but not alive
Slowly losing sanity stamping brand of infamy Musty smell of commonness realizing that you:
- stand alone… among the insane - (the) only one… to win the game - mind debris… they’re brought to nought - morbid orbit psychonaut
Couldn’t find the way Out of this maze Couldn’t find a hole By lunacy controlledTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.