There is a fire to light a sleeping heart. A wish to see the spirit take control. . Crush the chains that hold you down. And let yourself be filled with fire.
The Plague threatening the status quo. Imposed afflictions between. Leviathan and the divine. Who's to blame. And who's to say it isn't so?. . Emancipation.
Piercing thru the darkness. Hiding in the day. Looking for the answers. 'Cause there ain't no other way. Burning in the night time. To find the hidden clues.
A thousand years of severed heads. Crashes down, you're about to kneel. Warrior cries deadened to silence. The sky turns black, your breath runs out. Beg for mercy - pray fro your life.
As I look into a dark & lonely night. I look across a cloud of people dead. The sky is black & gives off little light. & I'm watching as her hands attack your head.
You spit lies in my face. You always run me down. I'll put you in your place. Leave no sign, no trace, no sound. . You better look behind. Danger, beware.
No devil, no angel. But I know how to be a stranger. I do not know my way about. But I'm seeking a way out. Out of a roundabout. . Where are you from?.
A seed is planted of a greater place. Where no wrongs shall ever be done. Where all dreams and wishes be granted. And our fears forever overcome. What can you say of limited life.
Crimson dreams take me far away. far from reality, into an other kind of sleep. I stand before the gates of my innerself,. of an unconscious world deep in my mind.
YOU HAVE ARRIVED, AT LAST. SO LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING. FOR YOU. MY COLD BLOOD BEGINS. TO HEAT. YOU HAVE ARRIVED, AT LAST. SO LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING. FOR YOU.
[Hroes del Silencio]. . Te puedes vender. Cualquier oferta es buena. Si quieres poder. . Y qu fcil es. Abrir tanto la boca. Para opinar. . Y si te piensas echar atrs.
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Mirror, mirror on the wall, look at me, I can see it all. I went off, niggas turned soft, view from a coffin. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, I lost my train of thought.
A little girl, almost a woman. So pretty, so young. Sweet dress, shining hair. Dancing alone above the meadow. Smile on her divine face. Red lips and green eyes.
[Ikon the Hologram]. You get split in fucking half. The Ikon the Hologram wrath. But I am the center inside the placenta of math. You clash with cyanide gas and die fast.
Throughout our childhood, we live in fear.. Of all that we hear, never-ending tears:. Ignorance so absolute, within their minds so small.. Into the depths of their shadows we fall..
Society and religion teach us to love one another,. To follow the frameworks,. That filled their empty lives - empty minds.. . The pressure I feel,. Is fucking unreal..