Puncture the soil Grab it in your hand As the torrent of sand It runs through your fingers And disappears Your skin becomes infected
Gods infected By the human thoughts Homogeneous creatures I keep an eye On those who die Infected
Bloody red eyes Inflamed by tears Instead of eternal happiness Dirty hoarse throat Belching the truths Stigmata grows throughout you You're infected
Infected gods They rule the worlds Anthropomorphism Imagination does its work Infected
Is that your holy land Is that your heaven sand Infected Branches of Eden tree Reachout its fruits to me Infected
Bones without life As ancient as lies The statue of our minds Repeated million times Quenching the thirst Of those who're lost InfectedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
