Из альбома: Abyss
The Garden of Eden without an Eve.
I wander alone seeking serenity.
Enveloped by the seductive mist.
As it permeates each bend and twist.
The branches make while they decree.
Blooming fruits of impurity.
Fog blankets thick over the green.
Morality abandoned under this canopy.
The promiscuous. Masked as romance.
With the breeze they sway and enticing dance.
The devil on my shoulder nods his head.
Where the angel should be is a mirror instead.
Mockingly, my conscience laughs at me.
Ashamed and weak I drop my leaf.
The decay of my dignity.
Ashamed and weak I drop my leaf.
That humid jungle is my human struggle.
Sweat pours off my hollow flesh.
That humid jungle is my human struggle.
Puking my guts out, or at least what's left.
And I won't be controlled.
I'll put to rest this soul scraping forest.
I'll put to rest this soul