Smell of death, creatures from a distant world Dark territory, all become dark Gloomy landscape, smell of putrefaction World of the night, decadent existence
Only the dead can be heard Their cries through out souls We are all already dead
Covert communications, looking for a sign of beyond Our minds do not understand death, our minds do not hear Shout the dead’s music, looking for anything because I’m nowhere I have always pain and nothing will change
What a horrible feeling that you’re not actually here You are not useful, but you believe again Because hope makes you alive, hope makes you die
I hurt all over, I cannot sleep I am not hungry either thirsty
I want to destroy everything, invading everything That is the war in my head everyday This is my world, my life
Only the dead can be heard Their cries through our souls We are already dead
What a horrible feeling that you’re actually here You are useful, but you don’t believe again Because hope makes you die, hope makes me dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
