Forever confined Shatter the souls of the seemingly hopeful Devour the dreams of the petulant mass Below, in the feverish threshold Below Unhearing
Bury me in the sky To leave the earth Be free of its failings Time does pass Yet humanity lays claim to An endless cycle Of self genocide Repulsed,
To once abhor, is to always abhor The deeds of those so needy To stand behind the ancient standards Of those the world has left behind World has left
To the quandaries of human life Devastation of a world in strife No return, sinews burn on an earth now dead Disappear, into ether as we cascade as
Within us World of moral aversion This is man this is our wretched embodiment Buried within us World of contagion Lying in wait A hidden penchant for
turning world Through mans every hopeless struggle Time presses and the world turns on without Remorse Remorse Silence of all reason In the vestige
Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress
Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking As you're sliding off your dress
: Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your
