Born of a drone Of a million scattered ashes A trembling hand, a veil of flesh I can't help to feel relief While I'm embracing you Quietly wrapped in peacefulness
I move backwards with the tide Pleasure in obscene conforming
Obscene, key word Immolated Decline the fault Torch the conscience of the
God resembling – I Spiritual womb – I Away from guilt – I'm Unveiled fever
Spirituality, liquid perfection I'm now praying for advice The voice now whispers in the niche
Hateful world of flesh is only a Distant dream reloaded by Receptors of sublime decomposition
Far from the sun I question light and life Crave for future Accepting my warm burial ground Confident in free will Restoring what's not real
Organic slave The most unclean, renamed I will subscribe to the absence of belief Drawing life from life The choice made in front of my eyes
Obscene, key word Lying, faded Decline the fault Torch the conscience, I'm the
Stillborn partner – I'm Reigning chaos – Servant Far beyond guilt – I'm The new servantTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
