It's a simple disease yet complex with complicity It's the dying mans voice when no words can be spun It's the wrench in the cogs of the smoking machinery That plows through your family & friends just for fun When you can't stop a word that's grown ill with Insanity And there're no longer words to express your distrust & this fucking disaster shows no rythm or rhyme That we've ruined it all disassembled From our own
Design, design, design to distrust Design, design, design to be lost Designed, in blood we all sign Grave obligations to commit unforgivable
We need 600 bodies to complete this new graveyard adn 10 000 gallons just to drown all our rage A dozen more names just to finish the headstones Some bravery to get us all out of this cage The bodies stack high in this tomb of society And the blade in my skin always writes the best lines A stoney dead silence seems to cut trough the scenery It's the maligant cancer we've created Through our own
Design, design, design to distrust Design, design, design to be lost Designed, in blood we all sign Grave obligations to commit unforgivable
Crimes, crimes, crimes of the dubious nature Crimes just for quick-cash or more social stature Crimes against our own world in time Wicked mistakes makes us victims of our own
Design, design, design to distrust Design, design, design to be lost Designed
Design, design, design to distrust Design, design, design to be lost DesignedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
