I came here to touch your skin
Consume the taste of empty soul
Young spring in thirsty veins to bring
Where melted steel now slowly flows
And every part that I will take
Will grow on twisted trees like fruits
They have no chances to awake
Just bleed to bitterness of truth
What you feel? I can't feel!
What you hold? Hate and cold!
And finally I will
Turn melted steel in gold
When dust has covered your face
And clogged deep inside the throat
They lost your name, your soul, your space
Then squeezed all fruits and threw them out to rot
...everything you got
What you feel? I can't feel!
What you hold? Hate and cold!
And finally I will
Turn melted steel in gold