Texty:
Vicious Art Fire Falls And The Waiting Waters

kill again Too swollen now Too swollen now Too swollen now blast from the inside And my mind is now And my mind is now And my mind is now dead to the

and we'll play for death Fall into sad comprehensions That I never had Once more under open skies And the trembling achievements will pay This is confessions and

masters Not only to constrain the pulse that brings disasters A man of Eden will forge the fire And dance along this joyous tune with dark desires Perpetual and

and in its raw Lifeless in a rest Faceless I, week and controlled Faceless in a role Faceless in the young met the anger one I, rich and fulfilled

destruction ends in a war, our closest never joins us into the lies, how deceitful and demanding aren't the lies, how destructive and illusive aren't the lies, how tormenting and