constant sense of vanity, we fall into this sickening void of chaos, systematically aligned to shape eternity
we, the dry grains of sand of the cruel desert that's life we, the withered veins cowardly piercing the deafening silence we belong to the new millennium
sweet horizons of madness slowly creeping through dissonant thoughts we never wanted to kneel in front of this cruel fate
eyes turn to stone as the new sun appears will the mourn of our solitude fill me with pain?
we are the sons of the new millennium our future is denied what was promised us won't exist anymore
we are the products of the new millennium blank, sterile minds whose deafening lament cannot be sensed in this hollow world this hollow fuckin' world!
eyes turn to stone as the new sun appears we are drowning in our inner oceans of tears
constant sense of vanity we fall into this sickening void
we are the sons of the new millennium millennium
we are closed in our lost existence under this cold black sun we are the abortions of the dissonant millenniumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
