Songtext von Sinull Bless/Sin

Our rage must take control of Their faith in things that don't exist Come on, elect a man non-concrete It's not bad to have ten more years of weep To have one more dead They cut your head Push you into a dead end Streams of consciousness Exploding through the maps Of tension and madness If rejected, I don't neglect Thrashed for non-sense No more voids immense Begging and pleeding for a sinful bles/sin Our rage must take control of Their faith in things that don't exist Come on, elect a man non-concrete It's not bad to have ten more years of weep To have one more dead They cut your head Push you into a dead end Streams of consciousness Exploding through the maps Of tension and madness If rejected, I don't neglect Thrashed for non-sense No more voids immense Begging and pleeding for a sinful bles/sin