3 acessos
Useless words are the weapons of your convinction
Molesting
Infiltrating every perception
Disciples of a world called insolence
Memories corrode my soul though i meet you again
I'm alone with a neverending wrong
Feel so much pain and endless amazement
Nothing is real as the uncertainty i feel
Thirsted i drink the poisoned rain
My sentence . . . after a life in perennial cowardice
Thousands of painful dreaming elements
Like symbols of post-humanity
Collapsing like houses of cards
Fall into a strange, unusual chasm
I hear your voice, your suffering
While shattered mirrors reflect my damnation
The distorted vision of denied purification
As coward meets coward
As coward meets me . . .