اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
In a constant turmoil
Ever searching for a name
To the faces of our psyche
Disconected decomposition
Of the fragments of
A long shattered soul
Vain attempt to reassemble
A centuries old and abandoned reality
But it's far too late
(chorus)
The flesh absorbs
Multiplying spores
Overthrows control
Fighting a cerebral war
Product of conception
I've an immoral objection to this
Sedentary minded destiny
How can we live for the future
In a history that repeats itself
The answers scream
From deep within the void
We call our minds
And, yet again, are ignored
(chorus)
Unforseen and unfulfilled
The dilemas of the past remaining
Burried alive in this organic shell
A war of silent words
Ensues within its confines
But no victory is certain
(chorus)
