intoxicated in the hidden breathless zone where ears are lead by poisoned mint & sweet-harsh tone someone telling us to believe in the unknown all our aims are executed to an obscure crown
religion & progression - two contraries by now the perdition city - a perfect word somehow keeping on trying to reverse all hidden truth time’s gonna tell about the lies inside your mouth
so if you try to take my hand, I'll seduce you & you might understand so if you try to take my hand, find a now god, seek a peaceful end
desperate accuse dimension black label force dillusion liquid soul dimension the pain commitment surgery
enigmatic is the shadow that rises in the night for centuries you tried to take advantage of your might ridiculous the way of being so prominent wise the white dove shall be prosecuted for your alibies
stigmatising god & all his followers so blind the consequences are the failures of your fucking mind ignorance & vengeance - the product of your seed peace, love & forgivness – the thing that’s gonna bleed