Текст песни mass violence. - пустота

Being a long time in the desert of despair
We ate pain
Every day, waiting for the death of his wounds deep
What filled with salt
Your crown of thorns have completely rooted
Ulcers are filled with pus
Look closely in the sky
A vulture circling over you

Penetrating the skin invisible poison
Infecting my flesh
I do not feel my legs , but try to go
My mind was on the edge
And so excruciating thirst
The world does not have the means
From suffering I became addicted
So I do not belong here

You can run
You can scream
Only in this sense it is no longer
I can not break the shackles