Stimulate your epidermic protection. Like an endogamic degeneration. I hope, I will meet you in the otherside. Where the sunbeams never shines.
We live in the middle age between God and death. You cannot chase our soul. Only when your paradise will be lost.
God is an illusion of the gregarious man. The moral is a convention of the power estament. The Berlin Wall is downed come in postmodernity. It's hard to believe in the class dichotomy.
We live in the middle age between God and death. You cannot chase our soul. Only when your paradise will be lost.
I spent my time in a bottle of wine,
My last glass was my last fight.
The lonely words are smashing to the wall,
Well, it's a picture of hopeless in to the hall.
I got no direction,
And you always seem alright.
You are so illuminated,
Innocence please comes back.
I can't understand the smile on your face.
You seem dominated by the God's grace.
Your confidence, you know man, it's make me sick.
You are like the guardian of philantrophy.
I got no direction,
And you always seem alright.
You are so illuminated,
Innocence please comes back.
Every moral system, you know, is fucking down,
I can't read the message, well, I'm so loud.
A pathetic attitude without ontological dudes.
A metaphysical shame, prototype mind.
I got no direction,
And you always seem alright.
You are so illuminated,
Innocence please comes back.
If you got the answers,
Well I got the questions for you,
They are searching another chance for leaving out of the sins avenue.
ZOMBIE'S REBELLION
They have the strenght of their faith,
And it makes me feel so much disturbed.
The hopeless of a dreamer,
And a nasty screamer,
We are the hot steel,
And we don't have empathy.
We are hunting the moral,
the moral threat.
The rebellion of the zombies is there again,
It's time to scream.
Sick boys, sick girls are hanging out the street.
The new gang against society.
Oh poor little man you suck off.
Come to our side to find truth on.
They said me your are so fool,
You are gambling for lose.
I said them a clue,
Well everything starts with a due.
We are hunting the moral,
the moral threat.
The rebellion of the zombies is there again,
It's time to scream.
Sick boys, sick girls are hanging out the street.
The new gang against society.
They have the strenght of their faith,
And it makes me feel so much disturbed.
The hopeless of a dreamer,
And a nasty screamer,
We are the hot steel,
And we don't have empathy.
