Your view is very cold,
There is no sincerity in it.
You're hiding arguments from reality
Behind your life grows resurrection of irony

Instead of your works, there is only crammer in the fog
A man with a thousand faces which is fed of infirmity

You're enjoying when I'm miserable
You're spying me pernicious
Rage is your trademark
Enjoying you is giving me a loose hope
For remorse

Instead of your works, there is only a crammer in the fog
A man with a thousand faces which is fed of infirmity

The corrupted sight is warning us
They want our steps and to believe us!
On the obituaries mood's are changing
Ghosts of ironic ambitions are distorted

We are the tailors
Of our destiny.
They spit on us -
Environment misconceptions
I look at the caves
And how beast struggle
I'm afraid I must tell
That it's all worthless

Impressed fear on your cheeks trembled
You're just his subtenant
It will never be serious
Without family and friends

Where is the border?!
Am not sure it exists.
There is no purpose,
I don't have time to wait,
Kill me
KILL!!!
KILL!!!
KILL!!!

Breath of revenge
Circles above my head
I'm not just going to kill you
To be awarded by your tribe
People swallow tears
And eat their tongues

Wake me up
Before I die in my sleep
Leave me a scar for example
I know your deepest sorrow

And nobody should know that!
Die
With shame!

Your view is very cold,
There is no sincerity in it.
You're hiding arguments from reality
Behind your life grows resurrection of irony

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