Revulsion. Smashing cages of glass. Dim seconds of fear. Releasing final collapse. Redeemers. Have failed so many times. You and this world seem. So weak.
The uttermost attraction you repressed until tonight. is breaking free like a boundless stream of ravenous desire. Feral resurrection dancing on a wire celebrate the darkness.
If the shelter comes from. Your home sweet home. Check the switch and if the light is on. The new prophet sings. The death of modern era. A presenter proud of its mind level-zero.
I find out life is sometimes. Cauterized by the words. It seems the end of our times. Of reacting to the wounds. . Turn off the led. The light that gets you.
Dive into your heart of silence. Where the strings of sorrow play our lullaby. We are the children of thousand ages. Dancing on the rhythm of a moonless night.
Gathering regrets. Beyond loneliness. Restless lunacy release me. From my agony. The silent waves are calling. Piercing louder through my brains. . Weathering distress.
our life is sometimes. a story set in a game level,. we never leave until the will dies. if our credits were forever. forever.... . and now the time has come.
Revenge. I'm screaming revenge again. Wrong. I've been wrong for far too long. Been constantly so frustrated. I've moved mountains with less. When I channel my hate to productive.
Descent. Towards a dead end. Primeval substance. Morphing blake angelic state. . Collecting' inside. So near ravenous shine. Damn clear foul mankind's.
Denigrate, lacerate, feed the poison in your veins. And withstand the collapse of a world of fools. All your fears, torn apart. Like a sparkle in the dark.
growling in this side. it couldn't be so real. to believe that in our small and stacked lives. our left time is running still. mechanichell. for us is set beyond the black white line.
steep rocks in front of me. a murmur by the wind and the sea. eyelids closed, subconscious set. I open my eyes and take the step. the breeze washes my sins.
and I'm still here in front of this skyline. waiting for a change and. since half a century I'm here. . too long years in heaven. to agree with this hell.
in the lost memoirs of a day not day. across a time that had still to begin its turn. a god got tired of the surrounding vacuum. and molded a game to catch eternity.
Deserving wonderful baby. In despite of that defect. Of listening to that wild music. And than playing war videogames. . But you are lucky man. Because I've got some plans for you.
Vanity your agony an angry special place. To rejoice your tears. Infamy lesser breed freestab the vales. Of our common fears. Sonic seducers for bitter abusers.