12 acessos
Absolution
Disfiguire happy as the Summer comes in a month
I'm selling bullshit to my best friend
Last thing you look at, the first thing you throw away
My fingers peel and my faceless bleeds
Hiding in shadows, hiding from a colder light
Any consciousness is a burden
No reaction from voices in the past
In retribution these leaves will
Fall down in your appeal
No trust in another man, not me
This is not the same fucking trip
As it was when you met me
This is not the same fucking trip
As it was before
Another upscale weight in war, birth machine
I'll kill myself despite your face
Speaking my tongue upon the tip of your thought
I sell myself the same plague
One person tells a lie, one person tells another
Locking away myself from good, from everyone
It's like being stuck in a room
with pages of the Bible covering the walls
God has no place here
Man feeds the virus well
This is not the same fucking trip
As it was when you met me
This is not the same fucking trip
As it was like before