This form will decay This body stripped bare holds truth, standing in stark stillness, destined to rot, prying off this flesh Shadows set against the dusk Sifting through the image of emptiness, our mind poisoned with guilt infinitum In this darkness, in times of pain Our skin pulling us to the earth, set against the dusk of our age Downward current, roots that grasp and tear at us Suspended, awaiting our judgement Crucified by time, left to drown, down to the soul, withering away in the ashes wrought from the coil Where does your faith lie, as we behold the overwhelming disease of selfishness? Held by the cries of mourning, our dying world, held down and torn apart These are the roots of the world, crossed outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
