Sanctus Daemoneon - Destination Desolation | Текст песни

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• Sanctus Daemoneon
• Destination Desolation

Stop feeding these lies
What was it you said about life?
How everything will look brighter eventually
Painfully nauseating spite, carefully perfected

To hell with it!
After all, nothing really makes sense
Iron lunge of the stalking mind
Nomad of the underworld - piercing

Something is steering up
Dazzled and indeed confused
A breathing toilet to behold
To harvest the poisoned fruits of yesterday future

Going where no man has ventured
Never returning to light
The scent of blood and ashes
Paralysed nostrils filled

Dead but still lurking about
Endangered species in hunting season
Stting ducks
Aren't we all?