No sense in all calls For peace and destination Unreal is the world Of blood and fear reservation There's no sense in the dreams For sex and domination The blood on your lips Feel the taste of separation
The taste of separation x 3
I get lost in the foreign lands Deep in the dark my spirit files I used to sleep with open eyes And merge with dead creation Brutal walls of self defence I climb to die in open ice In open waters clever hands In mouth of leaden sky
Feel the taste of separation
The taste of separation x 3
Is there a place where no one will hate ya
D'You think your death is a part of your nature get in the place wher no one will hate 'ya I don't think your death is a part of your nature