Paroles: Fault. Other. Lento.

Can?t take the antagonism, this contempt sets the boiling point. No control is my only repent, I?ve failed again. Time?s ticken on this modern day clock, times past and once I known you, turn my head to avoid the reason, I don?t need to fucking show you. Imperial streams penetrate the walls you have built, internal cries and screams have become the lento to my ears. I can?t fucking read your mind I don?t understand your kind, I would never fall victim. Cover me with a blanket of life?s insanity, homocreal reasons but now I?ll make you see. Choke on crimson blood, choke on crimson blood, that?s cut straight from your heart