Repressed feelings of hatred darkened I deny any mercy towards the sinister I close my eyes bloodshot red The echo of the memory remains within Love is a distant reality Too pure for the black of soul Happiness is torn with violence So dark the fault of man
Youth disrupted by the falsity of the good Disgusted by the rotting of Good Shepherds We're all good to appearances Covered by a robe and a book Love is a distant reality Too pure for the black of soul Happiness is torn with violence So dark the fault of man
His blood is dirty as his conscience Pitch black from lying I'm holding the knife and thrust The pain will purify the fraudolence
Put an end to this boulder Put an end to the subordination I'm no longer burdened From feeble attempt of control
Fake, The goodness that flaunt Misleading, The message they bring Brutal, Fraudulence of their words Cattle, Those forced to hear them
I destroyed my prison Chains made of illusions Sedition against the heinous I got rid of yokes of my captivity
Satisfied, By the rot that create Free, To denigrate Vile, Dealer of oblivion The truth, Is hidden to sight
Love is a distant reality Too pure for the black of soul Happiness is torn with violence So dark the fault of manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
