Текст песни CLOUDED MIND - Творение

I'll take up your face
mouth, eyebrows and eyes
Need darkness to finish the picture
I will collect these drooping bodies
I need an ideal idol
I need a particle of each
In my insane world, fear owns over consciousness
I believe that recreation in your world abstraction
And I will pull out and cut off stupid heads
To hang at home for the sake of muses and melodies
Penetrated your ears, you ourselves all wanted
I'm sprinkling fire, and your windows are fucked
Verse, this is the silent silence of my demon
He writes inquiring, paintings in hysterics
I immerse yourself in this case, symbiosis over time
And your faces, masks put as seeds
Are you a snot, decided to sleep? And what about my business
I will scrip on your bones and body

I remove the skin, peel, with another living person
This is my easel, because creativity requires the victim
I will throw out everything else, all your remains in Gerle
I need freedom of thought, in them locked devils