Last day here, wandering Through the bleak paths Intoxicated
And dead to life...
Maggots, through my Veins rotting my flesh
Only one thought Leads to my emptiness The void of my soul, My soul to the void
Are memories eaten By the pain of my mind
Last day here, the seasons of my heart Are those of winter days Blurry infinity...
Frozen atmosphere The cold unsual path off nothing Silent screams in my mind Haunted by the lack of light
The ice on my hands Is the sadness of the living... Each disease is a piece of art... And I am the artist of my pain
I am the between of life and death
Now in a vague and gloomy world I see the maggots feast on my flesh I see my body devoured, and destroyed
By the time there's nothing left But the dust of my time In melancholyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
