You taste my hands to say again I’m like the fucking others I can’t see the line between the hell And creeping worms in flowers
Create your god it will allow To blame somebody’s answers We stopped our hearts to understand We worked on machine hours
There’s something new inside my vein Embalm me inter vivos With this we started to be ourselves Don’t you think it’s so hideous Year, you feed me up With your savor Now you save me up I feel your chemical flavor
Create your god it will allow To blame somebody’s answers We stopped our hearts to understand We worked on machine hours You are so far from fuckin’ pain But come to take a swallow We run from world to suicide It makes the sense so hollow
Just shoot your brain out to make them hurt The world won’t change at all It’s all so week and full of dirt It’s nothing to control
Create your god it will allow To blame somebody’s answers We stopped our hearts to understand We worked on machine hours You are so far from fuckin’ pain But come to take a swallow We run from world to suicide It makes the sense so hollow
Yeah (x5) sense so hollow Yeah (x2) run to suicide Yeah sense so hollow