I believe there's no war to fight I just want to incarnate your nightmares alive Your everyday will be just hiding We are hungry monsters born from inside.
You'll just realize the place they are from Is just subconscious tatterd and torn You everyday will be just hiding These hungry monsters are your daughter & son.
We'll ride your blessed suffering We are reality that haunts at your door We'll ride your blessed agony We are nothingness that eats everything (you've got)
The life you remember Buried by our empty hands By horror and void
A deadend tomorrow is here to crush your 9 to 5. No fucking dream in our lost minds. There's no tomorrow We're just here to fuck it now To generate bastard sons of war To kill the nightmares of light...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
