Deviant Syndrome - Seal of a Star Dweller | Текст песни

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• Deviant Syndrome
• Seal of a Star Dweller

The world concludes to gain wickness... to its own define
Fear cursed the last of us... highest kind
No pray, no will, no mind in voice of so-called new generic god
I'm, you're weird all the sane for them... where is the dead line?

We're... shameless... waiting for savers
True... believers... all of us are lifetime sinners

My word is to believe in other worlds... the outer worlds
I cannot feel the emptiness of space... huge seeds of hades
A god, a devil, atheist, agnostic, any one-i feel there ones
Our masters say don't look to the skies... but they can't cut my eyes

Dying witches, dying slaves, dying worms in stone cold graves
Minutes, years, aeon's cell, all is served in front of hand

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