My wakes are neverending nauseas
My resting mind produces monsters
From all that goes thru my eyes and ears
From all you just don't give a fuck.
Imagination just serves Brutality
Human, Animal oppression, Torture
Complacency in the other's grief.
Is it any relief in your appetite ?
Is it any chance to save your soul ?
You hypocritically dedicate to a god
Unknown, helpless and out of breath.
For all they've done have mercy on them
Trying something new to induce pain
Trying something new to induce death
And everybody here goes that way
In a diseased world full of sick minds
Trève de comptoir Playing god No somos nada Espèce Humaine ?
Purgatorio Train ride Ce n'est pas une chanson d'amour Time to wake up Histoire enfantine There's no place like Home El triunfo de la Muerte
Une ronde de trop
