As I stagger through life my foresight dies I cannot see every day through your eyes
Now your time has come as you begin to run To where there is no escape Your menace takes its shape
I cannot take much more of this you and your oblivious stare In this dismal hour I walk away you pray
to whom? Who is your ggod? Where is this saviour now? Deserted and alone This pittable subsistence is condoned
Looking back in the past they see a mere reflection of thee Mindless in all that they were their perceptions obscure
The commiserating parasites lie their pusillanimous supremacy cires Writhing within this tranformation they brace for our modification Subdued vengeance, a settling of scores Our reprisal is not pretend Their paradoxical parsee now endsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
