Twisted Beyond Recognition I Am Trapped Inside This Foul Reality I’m Pierced And Impaled Shattered Pieces Of Disfigured Personality
I’m Not Alive But I Still Breathe With Rotten Lungs They Always Say: ”Wait For A While” To Each My Question
I Understand: ”Wait For A Vile”
See It...
Hideous Truth That Manifests Itself Feel It...
Inner Tension Grows
Tortured And Horribly Mutilated In This Never Ending Battle For My Soul Both Of Them Conduct Me To An Altar Where Sinners And Saints
Unite In The Harmony Of Pain
I’m Not Alive But I Still Live With Rotten Core They Always Say: ”Wait For A While”
To Each My Question I Understand It’s Right
I Don’t Want To Choose Between These Foul Divinities Don’t Want To Be A Toy To Play With Or A Jester For The Gods
It Breeds In Me My Blasphemous Heterodoxy
That Drags Me Through The Barren Lands Of My Wasted Inner Self
Teach Me To Laugh, My Old Friend, For I Cannot Smile Anymore
I Don’t Want To Choose Between Deceptive Images Don’t Want To Be A Toy To Play With Or A Jester For The Gods It Breeds In Me My Heretical Blasphemy That Drags Me Through The Barren Lands Of My Wasted Inner Self