We desecrate everything we love Until the only word we know is lust Despise, disguise my wretched lies Of feeling I’m too young to die Alone I’m told she’s watching me Alone I’m cold – stop killing me Her wretchedness, his holocaust Won’t get back all the lives we fucking lost
Denied immortality Thrown to the depths for his belief Scars of an existence bringing heaven to her knees
Compelling creation without a cause Crushing the altars of Gods
War God My wretched disguise War God Athanasia denied
We are told to run and hide Cut off my head to stay alive Assuming my perfection May we die Words as symbols are obsolete Killing death in pure belief Reflections of my ascendency
War God My wretched disguise War God Athanasia denied
Compelling creation without a cause Crushing the altars of GodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
