Old sweet years of old Nature, seek perfection Inhale dread and fear to protect this false perception
Camouflaged in faith - mindless, soulless, impertinent - the scorn of truth lies at his hand
Culture Cleansing Machine Points at me with rogue daggers wretched means of sheer accuracy Umber harvest of hate
Ideas to be and ideals of moral undermine idiocy like marbles clog a rifle barrel
For the rule of one squalling into mass deception where blind leads blind one-eyed kings demand control
Culture Cleansing Machine Points at me with rogue daggers wretched means of sheer accuracy Umber harvest of hate
Beyond that portal you'll reach the endless, bodiless imperfection Write your own decree you'll be able to measure all you wish to believe by abandoning this self-deceitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
