3 acessos
So blind you can´t see what´s going on
So cowardly, you´re unable to recognize it
Lisent to them, now they suffer
Ashamed, to cover up this madness
Exquisites tenderness
Pulse of the world in your head
Tied up, cursed of having been born
Infected, by your own disease
Flagelated, to the point of no return
Disowned, They´r just mouths to be fed
Exquisites tenderness
Pulse of the world in your head
Shamelless opulence
In the face of torture
Pathology unleashed
Indiference