There's a hole In your kindness mask The broken piece Thrusted your brains Gasping for air Striving for life Granted a soul Carefully trimmed to look fine The reason based deities of your kind Have ignited the ignorance fire Watch your back now For war is so close There's a heathenstorm coming Who are you Struggling for? What is your name? You have been Here so long You forgot there's no aim... If there's thin lines Between emotions Doesn't that make All emotions flat? Is there any life left Inside your saturated lards? Or am I just talking To a barely standing funeral? You lurk for your chance Stalking, grim... Like a priest Mumbling over the graves Like vultures attending The leftovers of ubermensch Drooling shadows from the shithole You call mouth Atonement walks in hand with doomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
