In sorrow shadows make me stay For creature I've feed Dark chains hang me under trees Of my carelessness Too poison for living in a fear Inside the box of pain Where saint whispers to his slaves Become a part of war
Sand scratches your eyes The head can't turn the other side But you have a chance To guess about main sence
Your future a long ago lives in your body My steps are printed by bloody imprints Just look around and imagine what expects us ahead And now you know what i wanted to tell you
Some people hear me but their heads are full of tv dirt I will fuck your heads until it won't be clean