Eyelids like gates Open our mind to the temple Marching forward Whirring relic Whispers the way to the end
Breathing in the dust Of all I have lost
Pistons fire No emotion, no desire Wading through coil Sinking in stride, bleeding oil Severed body and mind
Breathing in the dust Of all I have lost
Hands form hooks to claw skyward Sitting on my throne I can see death manifesting
Vines and leaves have stoked the furnace I would end it all if I had control
Cold dead world
As I sit in my tower of exile The world has moved on Morals are my weakness Only the scum surviveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
