Из альбома: Blasterpiece Theatre
Symptoms manifested, you must be tested Opportunism from a
beast of minimal hate But I was a devil without a cause and a
killer among thieves To perpetrate betrayal in progressTry
to put your money where your mouth is
Sensitivity replacedBy the mouthwatering taste of
superficial expectations sporadically placed in every single
syllable
In the presence of a genius, I'm shell-schocked!Designed for
spectators only Proceed with unholy mireStupid and fucking
pointless desire!
Opportunism? Fuck, you must be wasted We're not supposed to
be the beasts of maximum death and hate! Circles of friends
lie over the fuckin' rainbow But it makes so much sense to be
dead, and so tasteful sinners blend repent and forgiveness
Forlorn is the face of deceit that can't prosper in human
formBecause I don't believe in shit! After all, 'tis the
season for treason