Letras
Focus serenades, start to bleed
A blanket bed where my children piss their tears
We laugh at the buried
Flesh is the body, the arms of the abyss
Focus serenades, start to bleed
A blanket bed where my children piss their tears
We laugh at the buried
Flesh is the body, the arms of the abyss
They have changed us to become
Set in stone, lunacy
Overwhelming joy in the falling
Raise up the sword again and again
With every welcomed intention
Awaken the senses
Humans hold only argument
Their slow imaginative demise
The whip cracks a smile upon the bitter open flesh
Wine forgotten pleasures of unholy despair
Arising in the boiling blood of our sadistic fashions
Calm waters know no boundary
The chain around their throats
Carry them to their well deserved fate
Never forget we are not like them
I hold them not sacred