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[words 4/2-99, music 98] I'm the scenery of vendetta Mind and soul I'm the shapeless victory Order and suppression All in the tower of the virgin Triumphant in a pale gray light In despire of how to deal with it A sweet, turbulent intoxication Rapidly I yearn to bare the mark In a tragic understatement of the lions force A tribe who's independence is no longer Disturbed by the ragged interception of happy thorns As I face the whispering I answer to the master A biochemical trembling Voices in my head And thus I appear with wakeful eyes Trust insight A tedious dramatic implant Like swollen iron feeds itself, Letras de cancionesLonging for the moon Unbreakable and unborn Sifting the contents of the surface A ceremony of killers A scorched fucking snale In postures of gold That might be recognized But as long as there are shelters You'll always find yourself detained A huge defenseless atmosphere Wretched and toiled for centuries Is ever so tender as long as we're alive For it is with great wealth that I, declare this Flapping wings, tired monster Ruthless in folly frames Attempting gaiety upon sinister forces All within, we will win... From Letras Mania