Testo di Thoughts Abandoned

Expend your imagination Enter a world of dreams Are you one of god's creations Freed with primal scream You must face the consequence Of what you rely upon Your death is just a minor sequence In the flow of time Will destroy Or will it heal The sorrows that you feel Having sex Violently tasting Pleasantry A few seconds of life I do think you'll suffocate Within that web of dreams Horrid screams what you create Whilst reeling to what is Suffering all this pain Pain of labour Creation You are a creation of mine Inside me you have to grow I fear you The things that we do Abandon all things for the flesh It is oblivion And hence Thou art gone We are the scorn of this world We are the damned of all wars Can't forget the taste of affection Dear mother virgin or whore