Culture has burned it's mark on me I wear my mask, the stigma fades away The mask filters society's lies Purifies even your sick mind
Behind the lenses I cherish my world of love Filtered air makes my heart pump A pulse that guides my pyromania A dresscode of latex, an aggressive failure
My mask, your life, no truth, no escape I come for you, there's no other way
Can't stop me, cause I've got no goal, nowhere to go Deny the casualties, my mask devoids morality Sewers contain my carnage, left with no air to breathe
They'll be just fine, a commune of no choice Disciples for me to burn my culture onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
