In the instant of epiphany we're blind by eye-blink reflex and cherish false safety Celebrate it as highest award Prevarication's easy so we don't have to reflect Continue and keep busy Aren't we all retards?
Doubt your fate A fucking vice Choose your gate and throw the dice! Improvise!
Not longer able to face this face this soul-eating daily grind No longer able to live this life built on lies See lurking and deriding things and guess a spot of sickening horror As sick as we are in the absurd and monotone lives
Trying to shout out death, spots on this globe Speckles of dust in the universe, so self-important, always aspire see the light The perfect human as an over ideal, impossible to go there
And the darkness is laughing And the darkness is laughing Embrace this idea of imperfection and face the abyss
Doubt your fate A fucking vice Choose your gate and throw the dice! Improvise!
The veil of oblivion The fog when darkness is breathing Embracing death's delirium And the darkness is laughingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
