Testo di Subjected

Close your eyes in the dark of your face Visions of sins to feed up his taste Looking for signs the could help to live In a no more faith world, without rules without laws No man could know the power of his mind No mind could be understood by it's brain Subjection of your free will To be free to kill your Sense of independence The sense of your life Subjecting your spirt To be free o kill The taste of your wisdom The taste of your life From Grendel to Cain, converting your soul Brainwashed by words to believe, to be theirs From bible to Beowulf, no different ways mold their minds, to be free it's too late Different poems only for a big aim To subject your free will, to fill up their game Words... Tears... To feed up my mind To fill up their game Subjection of your free will To be free to kill your Sense of independence The sense of your life Subjecting your spirt To be free o kill The taste of your wisdom The taste of your life