Lashing a curse in the cold acid rain Carving a smile with the blade of delusion Colors bright but the smell is the same The stench of puke that feeds your illusion remains
Whatever comes on the wind of promise Shall bear the bliss of a thousand curses Beneath a sulphur sky we’re drowning We are the breed of an howling furnace Fed by the tears of the muted masses Beneath a carnival shroud we’re choking
Grey days replaced by plastic Colors explode in a million of scars Grit smiles stained by perpetual disease Soulsick ride on the brink of suicide
The carnival shroud Omissis Sulphur and honey merge The carnival shroud Relentless Merciless chokehold
The struggle for at least some peace Keeps tearing the senses apart
Can’t wait for a remedy Now it’s better to ignore Can’t control what is growing in me Or this cursed loreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
