Smash. Rip. Take.
What you want is right in front of you.
Hit. Bite. Scratch.
Isn't that you?
Obey your vices, feed your anger.
Obey your pride, you are the chosen one.
Don't think about what you are protecting.
Focus on crushing everyone.
How many more stones
Will there be on the field?
In the fog of ghosts,
There are no ones
Who know
Who know what guilt is.
Break. Rip.Take.
Obsessed with a constructed truth.
Hit. Bite. Scratch.
Your claws is just a tool in the hands of a tool.
Misunderstanding and injustice
Unite people into a crowd.
How much louder are their thoughts than yours?
Whose thoughts are you speaking out loud?
Obey your vices, feed your anger.
Obey your pride, you are the chosen one.
Don't think about what you are protecting.
Focus on crushing
Crushing everyone.
How many more stones
Will there be on the field?
In the fog of ghosts,
There are no ones
Who know...
They build monuments
To abundance while wallowing in violence.
No source will quench this thirst.
Pomposity hides the worst.
This commune is cursed
And no source will quench their thirst.
No source will quench this thirst.
No source
No source
No source
No source
No source will quench their thirst.
No source
No source
No source
No source
No source
No source
Isn't that you?
Fountain Video (MV)
Performed By: POLARZONE; DUNWICHILD
Language: English
Length: 4:53
Written by: DUNWICHILD, Nikita Cernadev
POLARZONE; DUNWICHILD - Fountain Lyrics
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English
Smash. Rip. Take.
What you want is right in front of you.
Hit. Bite. Scratch.
Isn't that you?
Obey your vices, feed your anger.
Obey your pride, you are the chosen one.
Don't think about what you are protecting.
Focus on crushing everyone.
How many more stones
Will there be on the field?
In the fog of ghosts,
There are no ones
Who know
Who know what guilt is.
Break. Rip.Take.
Obsessed with a constructed truth.
Hit. Bite. Scratch.
Your claws is just a tool in the hands of a tool.
Misunderstanding and injustice
Unite people into a crowd.
How much louder are their thoughts than yours?
Whose thoughts are you speaking out loud?
Obey your vices, feed your anger.
Obey your pride, you are the chosen one.
Don't think about what you are protecting.
Focus on crushing
Crushing everyone.
How many more stones
Will there be on the field?
In the fog of ghosts,
There are no ones
Who know...
They build monuments
To abundance while wallowing in violence.
No source will quench this thirst.
Pomposity hides the worst.
This commune is cursed
And no source will quench their thirst.
No source will quench this thirst.
No source
No source
No source
No source
No source will quench their thirst.
No source
No source
No source
No source
No source
No source
Isn't that you?
What you want is right in front of you.
Hit. Bite. Scratch.
Isn't that you?
Obey your vices, feed your anger.
Obey your pride, you are the chosen one.
Don't think about what you are protecting.
Focus on crushing everyone.
How many more stones
Will there be on the field?
In the fog of ghosts,
There are no ones
Who know
Who know what guilt is.
Break. Rip.Take.
Obsessed with a constructed truth.
Hit. Bite. Scratch.
Your claws is just a tool in the hands of a tool.
Misunderstanding and injustice
Unite people into a crowd.
How much louder are their thoughts than yours?
Whose thoughts are you speaking out loud?
Obey your vices, feed your anger.
Obey your pride, you are the chosen one.
Don't think about what you are protecting.
Focus on crushing
Crushing everyone.
How many more stones
Will there be on the field?
In the fog of ghosts,
There are no ones
Who know...
They build monuments
To abundance while wallowing in violence.
No source will quench this thirst.
Pomposity hides the worst.
This commune is cursed
And no source will quench their thirst.
No source will quench this thirst.
No source
No source
No source
No source
No source will quench their thirst.
No source
No source
No source
No source
No source
No source
Isn't that you?
Writer: DUNWICHILD, Nikita Cernadev
Copyright: Lyrics © Broma 16
Copyright: Lyrics © Broma 16