Lyrics
It is purity into the arms of violence,
lifeless dead I bleed again,
it’s a world a world so wild,
just a place for you martyrs,
wear your crown of pain,
it’s a pretty hated halo the one of fallen angels,
you look so well with your stygmatas,
you look so well and no one matters,
I lay down on my bed, but I cannot sleep
‘caus’ the scars are so deep
I think the message is clear,
I wear my crown of pain it’s a pretty hated halo,
keep me from mankind
‘caus’ my hate is rather social,
the world is killing me
I don’t like the way it is…I swallow…
the cross of sofistication stands
on the digital garden, the tribal convinctions
stands on the digital garden,
we’re dancing on the head of a needle, a needle,
a chocking gall which is the preserving sweet,
the world is killing me, I don’t like the way it is,
I cut my wings into pieces like anybody else,
the nervous system is drowned,
the world is killing me …I swallow…
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