Virus,crawling through your skin Replicating sin And breeds within
Sirens, survivals of the storm Desert the ocean’s core And croon their song
And here now I am A broken piece of man Of no desire
My home is a dead land A barren aftermath Of stone and crow
We are a hollow conclave Depraved by our own need Confined in walls of concrete Ghosts of our own creed
Kneel before thine weathered shrine Handful of dust is mine Forlorn empire
Prisoners of our own will writhed in cages still A trophies kill
Gray times of wither To serve no more Entrapped in endless motion Break down the wall
We are a hollow conclave Depraved by our own need Confined in walls of concrete Ghosts of our own creed
Prisoners of our own will writhed in cages lifeless still Our cries trail back to misery Come clean and lift this veil
Come Crawling Come Falling Our cries trail back to misery Come clean Break down the wallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.