Songtext von Purification

Again hello of friend of thine The stomach aches, still holding face Kiss the wound for nourishment Empty still, the parasite tastes Delusional, can the small doll still hear? Or is this now for sustenance Moulded by a lush despise Taut noose of a guilty pride The lonesome truth, has never been so real Motionless like the ravine Of an untapped ocean seam In perfect symmetry like white sheets Folded pure waiting to receive Crawling through this governed lie Anxiety is found in hand and mind Hostile race sunken and despised The point of life, misconstrued inside Falling The purity in pain There is no screen to cleanse behind Nothing like the click show reel Seeing heaven, in split seconds And so it seems, that time has spoken As the Piscean box flows open Motionless like the ravine Of an untapped ocean seam In perfect symmetry like white sheets Folded pure waiting to receive Crawling through this governed lie Anxiety is found in hand and mind Hostile race sunken and despised The point of life, misconstrued by miles