4 acessos
At the depths of our being
Discard the morlas of our humanity
Discard the morals
Bodies stricken of life they bleed
Senses escaped them
There is no end to the pain that's felt
Until black death
Infested insides decaying deep within
Spreads to the surface
Insects crawl from under our skin
Until black death
At the depths of our being
Discard the morlas of our humanity
When we escape escape these dark days?
And the scanners that follow us
Just shadows of our former selves
Bodies stricken of life they bleed
Senses escaped them
There is no end to the pain that's felt
Until black death
Infested insides decaying deep within
Spreads to the surface
Insects crawl from under our skin
Until black death
At the depths of our being
Discard the morlas of our humanity
When we escape escape these dark days?
And the scanners that follow us
Just shadows of our former selves
There is no end to the pain that is felt
Demons now gorge upon our flesh