It covers them in its bleakness, sinking beneath greying skin Curdled violent words....cursing with their breath as they speak rampantly anchoring its disease, a la mort They Dance on graves as Deranged martyrs march to the slaughter
In one hand you offer the sun In the other clasp your choke-hold round my neck Just like the hydra cut off one head and another takes its place
A hostage race The cult of inertia, stretched over eternities just like a plague Behold your culprit is the one staring back in the mirror token offerings that grip you to your enslavement
speak not above your breath in condemnation the hand that feeds, also draws the blood of the servant
In one hand they offer the sun In the other clasp a choke-hold round my neck Just like the hydra cut off one head and another takes its place
Indoctrination, a ruthless form of oppression In secret A burial ground One for long forgotten dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
