Paroles de Turmoil

The art of death Slowly towards the end Stream of thoughts arose In your intense brain Chorus 1: The hate that breathes has no end A strength so unreal Draws the soul into pleasure Seeing pain A death That can't be forgiven But a desire So strong Live day by day And murder after murder Chorus 2: Indistinct answer Having death on your shoulder For why it was done, you were the only beholder In your own hate Air so thick, sight so clear Sky is grey, you dream away Floating into coma Transmit into murder Towards there's death You reek of filth Their skins are wrinkled So let it go of your soul Let it tumble down your thoughts And leave yourself in Chorus 1 And the murder continues...