Текст песни PHARAOH - Rage mode

Let me through my veins (your mother)
You miss you
Those are a white horse, I stuff stuffed out of them
I go back to her, before my eyes a train
I didn’t do as you asked
But pierce gently
Bite your tongue, you will cut a daffodil
I will sell my secret soul - practice exorcism
I watched her bend, I promise just a promo
Your shooters don't sleep - they can't fall asleep during a thunder
Do not stand in the way of those who drag the game
In a glass of a bastard - pure purple
Pain lives in the soul, cult lives in the head
And, yes, look at the creature, I managed so in the morning
My cotton body - they are waiting for the shootings