Interprest - Decay | Текст песни

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• Interprest
• Decay

Wasted minds will never have a thought’s soil.
The seed I’ve sowed there become burnt and dry.
This view reminds me poppy field.
I’m entranced but I try to be simplified.

Yes, that’s a victim of ignorance.
It’s your duty to give him a chance.
What is mean of taking this solution?
It’s effect of spending time in illusions.

This kind of beauty is the destroyer.
You are my reason of paranoia.
I will never join your decadence.
I will never stop your invasions.

Wasted minds will never have a thought’s soil.
The seed I’ve sawed there become burnt and dry.
This view reminds me poppy field.
I’m entranced.

This kind of beauty is the destroyer.
You are my reason of paranoia.
I will never join your decadence.
I will never stop your invasions.