I can't see anything but losers in front of me Beings that haven't been able to look in the eyes of pain And feel the intensity of a sacrifice onto their flesh A memory full of scars Coming to terms with the suffering without accepting defeat Life as a means towards death Death as a prelude to the top of my existence
Visceral fits of uncontrollable violence Nauseas produced by the anxiety if confrontation My wounds will only heal with more pain Condemned to the monotony of domination
Now they all lie bleeding Meticulously tortured The culmination of my fanaticism Overflowing with power None of those fools could ever value What I have done for them The experience of their life ruined by fear The lived intensity is not comparable to their Miserable and vulgar conformities
In my desperation cause I will never be able to live the same I won't find anybody to make me feel this brutality Ecstasy of the insane Consuming lives, on and on I never stop looking forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
