A path of life ends roughly You blindly follow a crucifix Your God has never existed It feels like falling from raft to Styx Water gets cold from dead bodies They stare at you drowning like a stone End with no afterlife, triumph of underworld
The Eyesore’s Eye...
Stigma’s memento of everlasting pain The symbol of slain engraved on your skin Divinity has flown from your rotten corpse Cyanosed, putrid flesh
Carcass with abyss instead of soul Black hole in place of faith Carved from inside with unholy word Codon made of three sixes Life directed to hate and sin Dogmas of Eyesore’s Eye
The Eyesore’s Eye...
Stigma’s memento of everlasting pain The symbol of slain engraved on your skin Divinity has flown from your rotten corpse Cyanosed, putrid flesh
You thought you’ll be significant in run of the time Not single memory has even survived The only thing that lasts is epitaph on you grave The time you were born and the time of your deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
