And it comes again, the decadence of ages from the past
I can't stand this anymore, collapsed, wasted and hatred
Eclipsed guilty satisfaction to the mask of the one
Eclipsed guilty satisfaction in the eyes of the one
A progeny of different tongues and force-fed puppets with
Condemned minds and false claims of redemption that
Made them fear the inside of a cold ground
Buried their bones in the inside of a cold ground
It's weight and hope
Bound lungs for more smoke and mirrors a draconian freedom for them is here
Torn lungs for more smoke and mirrors a draconian freedom for us is here
Weak lungs for more smoke and mirrors a draconian freedom for you is here
Dead lungs for more smoke and mirrors a draconian freedom for me is here
A progeny of hidden tongues and possessed puppets with
Forced minds, pure slaves of redemption that
Made them fear the inside of a cold ground
Made their bones the inside of a cold ground
Its weight and hope
Breathe oppression obsessed by morality and you
Seem to be the only one to carry the hypocrisy
Of betrayal and asphyxiating gods
Gentle relish
The weak surviving
Pay for your mind
Sleep
Breathe
A gentle appetite
The ash and void, lovers
Extinguished, and stoned for the invisible
Rent flesh and blood