If there's torture I can't see
Just cover my eyes since I don't want to look
Wash my blood so I can live
Applied rituals excrucianting the flesh
Living afflict I just hold the pain
Deformity, conformism, I'm gonna take it
A storn of courses in jail
Every day there are murmur and death
March, cuse the lines wait for you
Cancer, waist of limbs
Pain and unableness slowly destroy the memory
Climb, take me to the victory lading
Crucial moment in the planty of life
There isn't much to be done
There is no nuch to reveal
It's slowly consuming day by day
Impotent, frail, existence
Three days exposed
I undergo to scourges
Blind people overcoming themselves
Flying like dry and bitter petal
There isn't much to be done
There is no much to reveal
It's slowly consuming day by day
Impotent, frail, existence
Three days exposed
I undergo to scourges
Blind people overcoming themselves
Flying like dry and bitter petal
