The Human Disease "No one is born equal in the eyes of the sky The divine and dark forces hamper the steps of men The Life is the forge of the soul Life feeds the disease Become what you endure Become
The pendulum clock rings its bell, raising a « why » beyond reason From a pervasive mist, a glimmer emerges Above hope arises, above all hope arises
Above all hope arises a flawed answer A plethora of suffering annihilated by an inexhaustible syringe The addiction assails the meanderings from the past
Everything has always been dark Everything must be The Human Disease The overdose will summon the Grim Reaper to laugh in her face
On the path of an obvious euphoria, mankind throws up on her feet Facing the wall of recollection an idyllic picture takes center stage
He looks daggers at the canvas until it burns from its core Slowly dying the endorphin fades away eaten by the disease The only leftover evidence being a heap of reminiscences that time will sweep away
The sole remaining witness being a pile of embers that the wind will blow away Once again the death knell Each and everyone bears a cross ordered by the Holy Tyranny The throes of death Why ?"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
