I was seeded into failing roots, decaying fruit was born. Growth was put into suspended animation. Today shall bleed for all to see and fail to be. Tomorrow's turned up dead.
I'm the pawn of this game, the crooked, the shame, I'm done. Not the focus, the want, the wish, no one just void. I'm the scapegoat, to blame, the martyr, the strange, I'm null. The victim, the wretch, the target, all null and void.
This is a blinding drug that many people take. In years to come we will read about the great mistake. The ancient curse, a false creator. But for now the infectious virus spreads.
The flood. The September storm it took its toll. Piece. By piece, it ripped us apart limb from limb. With harsh chilling winds and great echo chambers. Greeting all the lice, the rats, the maggots, the locusts and the flies. The boils, tainted soil and rotten diseased meats. Thunderstorms of hail and fire.
We must soon accept defeat.
Believe in nothing else but God.
Believe in nothing else but God.
It's God before everything else.
Believe.
I'm the pawn of this game, the crooked, the shame, I'm done. Not the focus, the want, the wish, no one just void. I'm the scapegoat, to blame, the martyr, the strange, I'm null. The victim, the wretch, the target, all null and void.
One to feed you all the lies. One to choke you with every lie.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
