Týlsým
in many ways I shall describe
suffocation decapitation or twist of the knife
nihilsm reigning deep inside
lacerate your skin
rip it from the bones
asphyxiated gargles
you struggle, suffer, moan
the need to feel you suffer
grows stronger everyday
the hatred on my face
will bring you to your grave
possessed from outer limits
watch the blood flow endlessly
stab and stab repeatedly
blood instictively begins to clot
demise draws near
smell the divine rot
now watch your crimson as it bleeds
another
Lotto karamba Great Ocean Road
Open the gates of the past
With the key to our hearts
Dream of the years gone by
Centuries through mankind's eyes
In the wasteland that grows inside
Within me I shall find myself
Slowly walking, pacing front
See through these blind eyes
Stepping on shadows, touching air
Stones move as I stand still
Seek the answers in the skies
As we don't even know ourselves
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes
In the wasteland that grows inside
Within me I shall find myself
For years of space technology
Still we haven't learned
Like children we explore
Things we can't yet comprehend
Open the gates of the past
With the key to our hearts
Dream of the years gone by
Carrying our own cross
Seek the answers in the skies
As we don't even know ourselves
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes