Know your enemy! I have no pulse and I will never cease Pour yourself the blindest of stupors Unsee the ones that died where you're now trapped
Mistaking evil for a wretched life You demonize yourself Your maze, your fate should you ever stumble out Maced in the impeccable caverns of Satan
What is the inner nature Of someone forest-scared?
No reflections from my hilltop lookout As I have simply turned my back and left
But the road there can be ugly You want to try an honest inner drive In a way, we are all criminals Roaming hallways full of empty gestures
Mistaking evil for a wretched life You demonize yourself Your maze is your fate, only walls to be found And maced by the impeccable caverns of SatanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.