Burns high the betrayal flame The fetish alive in the glory of the dead
Calling to rise the head, pray for a vision to record with dissonant emotions, The Deleuzian
Implosion bleeds its pain devouring inside Explosion leads the way to a resurrection waiting to cry The boy unwanted screams forever and ever smell of revolting mutation, alteration, violent morphing of the flesh and conscience Now look at me! Who am I in this dead play
There's nothing inside What am I? In the self-induced thrill I dwell
We stare at each other in the same grave Where my angel's empty shell will forever lay How can I breath the fear of death When there's no reality once we awaken?
Take my hand, follow me in the dance I am lost within The rite imposing its will I do need to know you're near, In this sea of sand, take my hand I recognize the bullet hole, its mark screaming to my eyes a truth I cannot stand, its mark Burns into my mind with all its might Make it disappear!
Please wake me up! I reflect in my eyes in repetition Unwanted redemption Once our nightmare, now our god. A shelter from the glacial crawl of time. Questions leading nowhere, you laugh The answer I knew
Where my blood has fallen Where the static will forever feast Where we summon the sleepers Where the simulacrum awaitsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
