Craving the void Shadows of past lives lead Simultaneously creating the simulations of a preferred future
Biting my tongue to hear what translates from white noise.
The message is clear, give me your fucking head.
Or let the grip of hate slow your breath
My body becomes consumed by what little matter exists in the air. Knowing the future may not be so resilient and tranquil I have no regret
I won't let the flood of fear fill my lungs My blood is the fire to contend Overtaking the gravity feeding the anguish in my mind
I swear fighting the urge to implement the worst is what makes me feel alive
As visions of the end develope I pace the corridors of my mind I now posses the knowledge to decide
Your skin pulled back The feeling of your message grows Separation amidst your joints incinerates my deepest passions
As to feel every inch of your past slip downward
Your convulsions keep my attention though my mind lingers speaking the godless scriptures Until I have an answer your entrails will spew
Forcing my hand through what remains of your intestines I am but a servant to my subconsciousTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
