Paroles de The Origin

We all stop breathing in the end Voyeurism is my definition The scenery your amnesty I have seen through the eyes of suffering before But you are so enlightening This, my friend Is the end Of common and of sense Fight The origin The pain that lives within Unmask The origin Infinite source of suffering Feed me with thee Eyes of everything I am the omniscient narrator of your little story Come, see Cheers my friend, here's to you, cheer 'em up Why so serious? Gotta get a move on Ain't got all the time in the world Now please And that joke that was made, that was on you Don't you wanna come dance with me? I can hardly wait Now watch that man Still labelled human But he's in my possession Now All choices consumed Time to cross the final line