I'm slowly finding within this fragile space, My constant dying, the disillusioned face of what was human is now a master race Eyes set to pillage and they keep me running From this monster whom I must deface
Have I become so cold in times of reckoning? Somewhere beyond these walls I suffer in silence As I find myself in grave discourse ...
His face embodies my fears, my lonely course The mirror's cracking, veins of an angered corpse The engineering, creating death and worse! Creating pain and end of days with waves of legion's fucking hordes
Have I become so cold in times of reckoning? Somewhere beyond these walls I suffer in silence As I find myself in grave discourse ...
Suffering through ecstacy as I face the image of the livid son
And I break the chains and let it flow, the hell in me is raging forth No longer am I bound by this worldly flesh Held back by nothing ... Nothing! You hear!? Bold, and out of line I feel no fear as I keep on running blind towards a death I must decline.
Fuck! Slowly ... Pacing ...
Suffering through ecstacy as I face the image of the livid son Who lives by one rule To fucking kill. Pounding, Away at flesh!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
