Lulled to desolace, my subconscious lay in a shroud of discontent. Serenity in the absence of a fool’s paradise. The walls within reverberate my angst. For I have become disenchanted. The search for becoming the greater good has been displaced by a sinking feeling. I am cataclysmic. I am famine. I am the seeds of apocalypse. I am the ocean, vast and desolate. Gone are the days of searching for redemption. Gutted and picked apart I lye motionless. Purpose found, propagate a broken structure.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
