Recession lyrics

Redundant enfeeblement, penetrating the golden sphere of your putrid omission Dimensional decree, jinxed perceptions Vivid impressions, twisted ejected and obligated Recession The index of my 11th finger counts towards the downfall of your fucking being The tower of your remnants falls apart, Like the rest of your pathetic world There are no angelic powers that can save you now They are all extinguished, forgotten and evaporated Reaching, touching the crust of the power child That i amshining with purity Recesion There are no angelic powers that can save you now They are all extinguished, forgotten and evaporated