Fear in handfuls of dust Metal bleeds red through the gaping wound in the flesh of this world
Deepening the fractures in the frailest grips Removing the semblance and sanctity of home Plant the seeds to harvest Reap the suffering Dismantling the throne
The misery of this mirrored fate Not all is silent in the halls of the dead Cognitive dissonance Behold - the sleeper wakes
The foulest of spectacles to hold Grasping at the fraying ends Brace for the unknown
The borders of reality defined by synapse, and returned by collapse These sleeping giants left to lay as Gods fall from the sky
The agony of this chiral state Not all is silent in the halls of the dead Cognitive dissonance Behold - the sleeper wakesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
