Bleaker and bleaker, the life goes on Like a slow motion sequence of dying alone A quest without end, progression towards void Bound to the bitter splendour of denial
Another wound, another scar The epitome of disillusion refined Welcome to the burnout hearts exhibition Attended by none, bitter, hollow and void
Our prayers won't be heard The bells of enlightenment won't chime But what will be left When even our laughter has died? Self-destruction sanctified So may God bless us all And the darkness following darkness Swallowing everything Eating all fucking hope
Onto the desert of the soul I go with a manman's smile The path of cancerous amusement Free of the truth and the lie
But I need no solace Or comfort for the self As Douglas Pearce sang Solitude's not given It's earned
Another wound, another scar The epitome of disillusion refined Welcome to the burnout hearts exhibition Attended by none, bitter, hollow and voidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
