Bloodred ribbons, candymen and methadone Allure suspicious wails, here comes the chant of drones Cross the stars I’m drunk with radiation And all I need to see is just the bitter conclusion
What if the world’s nothing more than a lie An holographic pool in which we wallow blind What if reality’s nothing more than an obsession Of a sick eerie fuck on the verge of submission
What do you see? What do you feel? Raise your head Now the celebration has begun What do you want? What do you breed? Slash your flesh Now the celebration has begun
Liquid grins, glassy eyes, plastic bones An army of fools in shiny uniforms The monster parade goes on through the night An horde on a leash, mass mental suicide
What’s the world, only jewels and blood? An endomorphic state in which we grow cold Fed with lies till the end of duration I refuse to take part in your sick celebration
Blind to reality spinning backwardsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
