كلمات A Perfect Pseudocrity

As I fall through the depths of this abyss inside A cold swirl devours me of my last drop of sense Fallen way beyond from the archaic heights I now see no black, only see colours so blind Reason obliviates emotion, lust obliviates lust Time obliviates touch, numbness I left in thy crust I see the pain in your eyes, eating you from deep inside Guiding you to the scenes you've seen, again they light the torch of misery I see the pain in your eyes, feel my burning touch in your thighs Leaving you in the abyss of demise, fight thy haunting guilts tonight From a sense so vivid, from a life so rheotic I now live a life, emptied by pseudocrity Perfection, thy desire, unholy cry for lust, I see thy fixated to the chains of disgust Reason obliviates emotion, lust obliviates lust Time obliviates touch, numbness I left in thy crust I see the pain in your eyes, eating you from deep inside Guiding you to the scenes you've seen, again they light the torch of misery I see the pain in your eyes, feel my burning touch in your thighs Leaving you in the abyss of demise, fight thy haunting guilts tonight [Solo: Vikas] [Solo: Kshitish] Reason obliviates emotion, lust obliviates lust Time obliviates touch, numbness I left in thy crust I see the pain in your eyes, eating you from deep inside Guiding you to the scenes you've seen, again they light the torch of misery I see the pain in your eyes, feel my burning touch in your thighs Leaving you in the abyss of demise, fight thy haunting guilts tonight