Right between the clouded eyes of all perception
Lies the reason of all kind of lunacy
Losing control
You´re not "yourself"
In this parasite infested trench
So f*cking...
Insignificant
With arms wide open to the wings of damnation (so fuking)
From one to another this collective hysteria
There´s no hope for our rotten souls, is human nature
Agony lies on the streets as a butchery
Losing control
There´s not "yourself"
In this parasite infested trench
So f*cking...
Insignificant
With arms wide open to the wings of damnation (so fuking)
From one to another this collective hysteria
Down in this f*cked up obsession
Following silent domains
Pride of the nations
Pride of the deaf