Man without war, there’s no life in your breath You say you are free, but your spirit is dead Brother of fools, all your comrades are gone Through the passing of life, you don’t need anyone Imbecile sister, your judgment is dead Your soul is escaping, through a hole in your head Man with no soul, your substance is gone You no longer search, and look for the sun
“Love me, defeat me, and fear me Lust me, abuse me and smear me Choke me, provoke me and feed me Kiss me, seduce me, abuse me and need me”
Man without peace, we tried for so long You said you could see, but your concepts are gone Your skin made of marble, your hands made of ice The hunger you quench, you pay with your life Man without hope, a coin for your soul The madness has come, and soon you’ll implode Imbecile sister, your soul was for sale The honor you sheltered, now tasteless and frailTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
