I revealed to the reaper my taste for demise Stripped bare from a glance at his eyes You only sought to see the truth but after all You were raised fucking blind
What's it like to be insane on the surface Built to kill a sweet appeal to my service All the while blindly serving the purpose Does it make you nervous Take it from me it ain't easy been a martyr Why feel remorse when you can feed off greed It makes you stronger!
Burnt are the churches The crow that perches She sits upon a throne of hatred
Insane is the grain we call human race Witness your fast paced annihilation Cause once you're here There's no returns on your admission feeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
