Death to the dreamer breathing you in Oh, my grave where art thou victory Your meaning was so lost No longer, these shaky hands mistrust The words spat from your brow
You’re breeding sickness with a golden pen I should have known I could not put my trust in you
Panic to the hidden shelter This doctor - nothing more than a drug dealer Flood my thoughts with assumptions that a pill can cure Your lies have brought us to death.
There’s no bright side, they feed on profit, A lacerated headless ghost will rule these walls.
We are a wave of numbers Drowning everything that we could grasp We are a wave of numbers Drowning everything that we could ever imagine
Stay behind Student master breathing sulfur Misguided Creatures forbid, shackle chain our brains Now listen closely to my voice If faith is anywhere you’re killing us all Scatter righteous ones.
Plagues, you left us with conflicting answers Plagues, you left us with regret Plagues, you left us with the bleeding answer Plagues, you filled us with regret
Scars swept in, Shards of wrist to close for comfort The air spreads thin.
Behind the curtain we hatch infection, behind the curtain. Let’s make a promise, to each other That our illnesses will not be business They prey on profit They prey on profitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
