Paroles de The Mold Testament

White hot outside, ice within Force a malicious smile Rope in hand, determined win With the face of a friend The grin fell away, hate becomes clear The stench of rot, new king of odor Draining the meal Irises ringed with blood Broken teeth, a person you trust Soaked with death, putrid wet Cracks in the picture glow Abhorrent path, ignore the facts With the face of a friend The grin fell away, hate becomes clear The stench of rot, new king of odor Draining the meal Punishment, tinged with love No reprieve, this person you trust Quicksand embrace