When you turn your eyes away from slaughter It doesn't mean it's not happening..
Dress-code is our armor Keep distracting from what's under our shell Fragility, insanity, perversity and sickness All well disguised, secured and guarded
You swallow it all what others feed you with Not ever questioning- is it all there is? Massacre painted as carnival All the blood and pain in front of your eyes But you just applaud..
Army of perfection Defends its existence By sacrificing most valuable- Ability to feel We're ruled by heartless mannequins Where else can they lead us If not in their obsessed materiality?
You see what you're supposed to see You feel what you're supposed to feel (Declining all errors if they ever surface)
All your demons dressed up like beauties All your madness with a clown's smile All your pain transferred to apathy All your good intentions stabbed with a cold rational blade
I stay in my madness sober Feeling every nuance of collective pain
Bloody chalk outline of your soul Body keeps operating from your mind Ethics over emotions Military discipline and punishment And you still justify
Bloody chalk outline of your soul Body keeps operating from your mind Ethics over emotions Strangle your sanity to stay saneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
