Ice faces staring at the sunless skies Fate of this weak trivial lives Institutions of treason wait for your fall Factories of death, another call
Live through and die Misery of souls Sell your thoughts for any price Misery of souls Without comprehension Misery of souls Let them carve out your eyes Misery and pain
Disciples of the new faith shouts their synthetic truths No one want to see this flagrant abuses Prostituted leaders trade our dreams for dust There is no hope in this sunless skiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
