Testo: Silence The Epilogue. Bloodstain Pattern Analysis. Hysterical Chanting In Tongues.

These icons tend to manipulate us from within. Observe this disease proximity clenching its teeth again. Now I am facing your barricades encased within flames. This could last us a life time with both versions indorsed. We covet all the status quo with our syringes in hand. The sun killed its child in the name of change and placed two coins on his eyes. Now drown the captain of your sinking ship, or make yourself a statistic. Our hearts in their cave, leave our chest a silhouette. I am folding space until it fades away like the sun. This could last us a life time with both versions indorsed. We covet all the status quo with our syringes in hand. The sun killed its child in the name of change and placed two coins on his eyes. Now drown the captain of your sinking ship or make yourself a statistic. They can't face the whites of our eyes