In a hellhole of wandering souls the hands of the great fools Formless, empty for our minds a simple powertool
We are torn by the waking hours irenic promises Desire to fall asleep in silence fall into the past
I refuse to lie reject the tie that binds me to this coil of life Refuse to die reject the tie that binds me to this coil of life
A web of make believe A cold unearthly will Driving this society to celebrate the kill
We are torn by the waking hours irenic promises Desire to fall asleep in silence fall into the past
The moment came to unveil your face to uncover the void in you
I refuse to lie reject the tie that binds me to this coil of life Refuse to die reject the tie that binds me to this coil of lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
