Nightrage
Endless Night
A tragedy wedged Into an innocent mind Trying to find the answer Why they all stood blind With surgical precision They abort all hope In lack of intervention They hand you the rope
Underneath the surface of pale unspoiled skin Dwells the human waste deep within
Under the impression of living a life Searching for an answer with the blade of a knife
Repressed memories Of a life you should know Buried with your ruined soul Burnt not king ago This mental incision Infected by their filth With maculate intentions They violate, what you have built
From Letras Mania