Vanquished کے بول

Bring me down from this cloud. entire cities have become blinded by never ending dissatisfaction. there remains a man worthy of all praise. Oh Lord raise me from this grave of liquor and lies. Set it off!!!! here i sink in a sea of blood praying for the apocalypse. I relinquish my fate and understand the gates to conformity, that plagues these unbearing masses. and dark clouds claim their horizon. where dreams and lust fade away. A salty end to a bitter excuse for an existence. clear the fields and make way for the next wave of crippling failures. Golden sunsets will match blood soaked beaches.