A festering illness, does the guilt eat you alive?
Does it not consume you?
Does it not become you?
I am sick of it all, we’re fucking sick from it all
Let it feast as we feast
Watch it bleed black blood as you bleed a blackened soul
As it breathes so we do grieve
The stagnation takes its hold
It’s shackled to the bone, bonded to our core
Bonded to our core
We wear fetters of gold, attire to outshine the gods
But a cage is a cage and those chains will forever be chains
Oh how fortune has favoured the bold
Let fly the unholy tongues, blaspheme the soil
Desecrate the earth and ignore your worth
May your conviction stand strong in the eye of the storm
The great cogs of man still refuse to turn
We trade voices for vices
Gave justice for silence
Now we watch in morbid rapture
I wait for this empire to fall
As it breathes so we do grieve
We hold our values as timeless
But there is a flaw inside us
We are born from this lunacy strain
But by the grand wheel of change all shall be erased
I wait for that day
/ coreradio.ru
