31 acessos
Disgraced
Expendable, we are not really real
A mirage of solitude is what they try to heal and
I will not be made to feel we are sealed in a fake charade
Spewing bile atrocities
Bringing existence to it's knees
I will manifest my sins and
I will kill mercy within
Emerged in this hypnotic spell
Influenced by the hate that swells
I'm not terrified anymore
There's nothing left but open sores
Disengaged
Relinquish the reality, i've known
I'm feeling like i'm alienated from my own and
I will not be made to feel we are sealed in a fake charade
Spewing bile atrocities
Bringing existence to it's knees
I will manifest my sins and
I will kill mercy within
Emerged in this hypnotic spell
Influenced by the hate that swells
I'm not terrified anymore
There's nothing left but open sores
Spewing bile atrocities
Bringing existence to it's knees
I will manifest my sins and
I will kill mercy within
Emerged in this hypnotic spell
Influenced by the hate that swells
I'm not terrified anymore
There's nothing left but open sores
Nothing left but open sores