It is easy to kill when you wear a mask They laid fake plastic grass around the coffin hole Flowers encompassed the grave Many have spoken the purist evil And they may speak those words with shame But at least they are honest Death serves the living We cry for the dead because they are not us A gun can be many things The handle end can deliver a blow of unconsciousness The barrel can distribute bullets of death Fog will hide the man dressed in black Blood boils Then turns to foam Your lust will be your destroyer The faith will be your ultimate demon Choose the right time to go insane Turn the light on Despair has fallen Becoming the deepest desire You cannot stand living Longing for the liberation of death Isolation begins to poison the mind Thoughts of suicide are liquid perversions Lick the wound that you self inflicted Inner light that fades so quickly Life is a foggy memory A recollection of pure disgust Time is folding in on top of you This hurting will not be denied Solitude is ripping you in half No victories Just total losses Nightmares are seen while conscious Existence is against you You are against you Pull the trigger and silence your mind Darkness Ten thousands years of sadness and mourning Ten thousands years of pain and regret of living Surrounding darkness,the mouth of oblivion They are swallawing the time and space, Taking away the life and grace God has become an insolvent debtor-desecrating his own grave Sober Reality,profound distress,a heart full of suffering... Everyone has committed suicide Because it is not their place to live Not their part of life... Lost souls weep in astral spheres We are all dead...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
