eel, overcome everyone unaware of what we have become while hunting the numb pleasures like flesh and blood, condemned to rot all ideas other than giving up there must be something more
we must be something more
breathing breeding bleeding dreaming
although we claim that we can not be tamed that with our guns were the ones to run this game we may be here to entertain to define ourselves we have identified the consept of god to cultural needs no one can get out clean what comes to mind when snow makes us blind no doubt the sixth is first one mine not some divine design when the ass is riding the nazarene the slaves of gasoline laugh at what means unconditional love
unconditional love
god himself is the one who fell from grace into internal hell like those who were still seeking for a reason, for a meaning explanation to this feeling that we must be something more
there must be something more
breathing breeding bleeding dreaming
riddles in the altitude
holding on to what's left of my empathy can't lose myself in misantrophy i know there is still some integrity the altitude lies in where will be