01. 7 Inch Cut [2011 – Communicate The Storms / Limited Edition]
As the life goes on as usual, a three feet wall restrains 7 inches cut, not the first and certainly not the last A killer full of adrenaline Tormenting its victim for hours till it has drawn its last breath For a reason long forgotten
Screaming for an answer, nothing is real I am lost in this world Searching for truth, screaming but no one will hear my silent scream
I found my self again, after all these years I go from clarity, clarity In my sleep I grow, I am finally touching the ground Found the missing part that makes a man whole
My pain is vital for our survival
The pain from the piercing of skin, makes me much stronger and stronger Sweet pain, sweet artifacts (sweet artifacts), and as the skin breaks
A death mask, taking shape, small mistakes makes him more visible A death mask, taking shape, small mistakes makes him more visible
Searching for the answer, but still I'm searching for the truth My pain is vital for our survival My pain is vital for our survival
I found my self again, after all these years I go from clarity, clarity
In my sleep I grow, I am finally touching the ground Found the missing part that makes a man whole