Testi:
Virulence

The final scene of your production Your destruction Just when the solitude about you Drove your symptoms to an end Did they find you? Try to break through

There's still a million things I wish I'd never said And I know that it's never sacred But the fear the shadowed yesterday still haunts me to the core

Locked inside A step in the sun Losing time But controlling the one That feral genius Is sick to the touch To sever a secret We love it too much I

pull away from the mains As everyone keeps drowning This time it's worse than the signs We framed then failed to identify There's a cloud like a virulent

She pounds out a frantic pulse We count up all the baseless laws to get by But she's grown She's grown so cold and left between Haunted by what might

Inside the shallow selfish rhymes I forced myself alive There's a sound as your desperation burns me to survive I can't decide Stay away from me, I'm

[Words and Music by Ted Kirkpatrick] Vision from the past As you see yourself floating to shore Tragedy that the water depth wasn't Three feet more

emanation, outflow, overwhelming fuel unperceived instrument grounding daily duel stimuli of passions correspond to bleak, antiquated features of prehistory

picture from world power to servant state from self-sufficient to tied and raped civilizations clashed one god prevailed occupied by those your fathers