I am the hollow face who controls vile delusion
and bends
Circonstances seem so fool : it’s what I think about
as
Doomsday party is starting out
Silhouettes flicking in dead lights
Ten thousand
You delight yourself in a paranoid state of mind
A bunch
Mutilate me, hurt me now
You've cut your wings to
(Instrumental)
I used to struggle to change it all
To get rid
I just close my eyes, and wait until the very
All what you stand for
This secure fortress of faithful convictions
Inspire
We believe to be eternal until we face the point
We’re drown in pure suffering
Collapsing into decay
All things now turn
I separate darkness and light, reorganise primordial chaos at will
Reconstructin
And once again
We feel the silence
So far away
From being able
To
I don't need your scornful reply, I'm sick of your
Walking among idiot people , I can feel their inanity
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