Hands dropped, on my knees
I bury my vim in the ground
Suffocate in false shadow,
And languid fear-i won't live
My will besieged-to blunt my senses
Endowed with wild passion,
Deprived of naivet'e,
Being touched by pure anger,
I'm tied with vanity
Leaving all
Memories, love-my sister,
Of which i'm sick there
Wise tale of hackneyed phrases,
Trace of dimmed offence
Without a backward glance,
I leave the world of other's
Imperishable bottom tired me out,
Weak-will dropped down
Blindly they read from above,
Missing all between the lines
Sink in phantom heights
Forgive my sins
Those, which i won't regret
I'm seeing through our days:
Render lifeless, gorging,
Hoping for idleness, copulating with
Vainness
Touching firmness,
Joining rebelliousness,
Bending under hope,
Fall asleep in dream's hands
Do not trick myself again
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
