A True Time Of Anger کے بول

It's a true time of hunger Unreliable of it's source I can feel it's fluids in me That emerge from (seemingly) nowhere Such a mechanism of hatred Such a talented perspective It's inside, it's boiling I long for it It's absurd, it's calling A new path is needed, (yet) within the old Hunger! I hunger Evolution of thought Perfecting an agenda Times do come when We must face ourselfes A demon-like shadow In the mirror, from which you can not escape... Can not escape... Can not escape... Can not escape... Can not escape... Can not escape...