Из альбома: This Violent Decline

Are you refering to me Is what the martyr said
Cross the lines remember this
Watch the half moon on the cloth
Take a star into your hands
Mix the visions no sacrifice
It’s a face you don’t want to see
Flesh and bones touching me Cross of arms
Disgusted by the view
Behold
The voices of the undertone
Behold
The rising of the blackest moon
And even when they look at you
You played with words you were told
The people did not interest you
Just the difference they could make
Sacrifice the higher cause
No clue no chance to have a choice
Decided by a lesser god
Pain is what I’m used to Your sorrow paves the lonely road
Your sorrow engraves your holy soul

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