Lyrics
Sad display
Lonely waste of state
Your mind is blind
Your words are bound to the cross
You're in archive state
And I feel so alive
The static shifts
I feel the rites inside
You're in archive state
And I feel so alive
When death becomes us
We lose our minds
Sad display
Lonely waste of state
Your mind is blind
Your words are bound to the cross
You're in archive state
And I feel so alive
The static shifts
I feel the rites inside
You're in archive state
And I feel so alive
When death becomes us
We lose our minds