Paroles de Maniac Mind

Maniacs, sick for money Useless killers Donate your soul for fame Wasting his life in the hospice world Tragically dying slowly Feeling his body down to hell Treading on his ego gradually You will feel the power of death Holding his soul forever Illusions in a cauldron That will absorb you into infinity They will destroy you even when there's nothing left. Donate your soul for fame Wasting his life in the hospice world Tragically dying slowly Feeling his body down to hell.