In these times of fear The gods have lost their faith And man stands alone The bonds which connect eachother are cut in two
Another place Another dimension The destination of maturing
Is it the common sense That is presented Or pure instinct The chemistry of liquid black and white
Forgetting the primates The relatives we have denied We are no more or less Two sexes to secure the race
Two abdominals Driven by a lower instinct The smell of sweat Body liquid we so quivering inject
Wanting the world Achieving nothing but black The blindfoldness you consume
When the stains That contaminated Your thoughts Is sprayed away You can return To your shell With a clean mind
You're blind but I can see Your helpless thoughts and misery Your blindfolded eyes conceal A distorted harmonyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
