Hidden in the restless dream I fight with terror Dried heart dies in a torment of fast beasts I sew my faded pupils up with thick threads of subconscious For sense that my enemy prepares the cruelest of blades
My hollow look, so tired of suffering Begs for a ray of sun into the blackness of tear-shaped box But hysterical prayers raised to the old God Are just a frightful groan in the valley of shadows
Every motion, every thought deals a dull pain to my senses Tiredness keeps me in the mental trance Irritated with trifle I lost desire for singing Singing, which used to take you to the land of dreams
I balance on the verge of ma imagined world World of possessiveness, world of pain, world of loneliness I wish to scream, but my voice gets stuck in moans I am nobody, a dust of nothingness drifting in void
I am the sinner – the cause of failures I am the burden – the waste of humankind I am the cripple – my own parasite ... I will be the messiah The liberator of souls
Beware of me, the army of common martyrs Waiting for the ritual nailing to cross Under the mask of disease you recognize my dear face You reach your small trusting hand out to the memories So vivid now, here, embraced by soothing feelings But this tenderness is the arms of sick mercy Beware of me, the army of common desperados For on the bayonets of love you will find only deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
