It’s getting crowded here this dome shaped prison cell Synaptic isolation confine my friends to hell
Of all the things I am a killer is but one of them Belief inoculation my rampant mortal disease
This sour existence that I lead It brings me closer to the end I see Will God accept this hollow shell Or will he deliver me to hell
I accept his bitter judgment and bow before his grace I will repent all sins to feel the bars of heavens gate
A cast of thousands lurk within They wait the handlers call A coded message . . . ends it allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
