Visions from yesterdays have materialized in the first corridor Disease greets us from the vacuum and the rats are floating in the holy waters Run for your death and sleep for your survival The holy synthetics Vague! Levitation! Recollection!
The glaring alarm of the orange midnights
Putrid green poison seeping through the cracks end of the hallway is a decaying white light Drink up the extinction spirits and clench your weapon Sell me nothing and empty your pockets Hands behind your back and lead me to the arsenal Psychick battalions will disperse to the north Southern grips and swamps have exchanged retinas This is an ode to where I come from Location is everything in purgatory "That smell, can't you smell that smell"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
