Desperation is the mother of isolation Clinging to ice can make you wither away
Time stalks you, your companion at night Death haunts you, your loneliness began at birth
There is something deep inside Spiders spinning a coil of distrust Carapace forms around the mind Baptized with the oil of lust
If he cannot resist his urges What hope is there for me? Two years beholden to my curses Prayers in bottles on an empty sea
Here we are yet again She disguises herself in a different form Isolation chamber at a feast Naked in bed and down with the beast
Watching yourself from the outside Insecure slave to the ego Soulless machines on the inside Your body to your spirit, a placebo
The fruits of the flesh bring a joy you can't let go The conscience of God speaking words "I will lay you low"
Constant background hiss of a justified fear To be disgraced in shit in front of your peers
Consider the stress that pulls on your sanity Tone of voice and choice of words, signs of your anxiety
Why do we bring out the worst in each other? I call you my friend but for me you're just a character in a dream
My rhyme of distrust comes out from my mouth Never to be seen again, an icon of the drought
Losing faith in his forgiveness Time of disgust for my likeness
Exiled from the garden Now just a worthless piece of carbon
Drive in silence for hours Your royal powers holding vigil On the old grave, dead flowers In the distance God's towers, the sigil Tangled up in the vines, time devours Surreal encounters will be scraped off with strigil Doubters will be cast down in spirit Shedding skin of cowards, body sacrificial
The hissing of your ghost casts a shadow over every new me The stronger I become, the blacker the cloud over my head
I feel inoculated against all kinds of misery If I am in control, I can reach the end of this recovery My land populated, join the kings of the periphery I fear there's contingency for every failure and success
We are shedding skin We are incorrupt and relic
Scales fall from your eyes, friends lie in the casket Feet harsh on the threshing floor, the new way is here Division casts a sword down to the species Progeny must be defended, enemies in piecesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
