Versuri The Modern Age Slavery - Red Lines Of Obsessions
Red lines of obsession and non sense A fake strength that controls your touch Red lines as the shape of a sharp will that cuts what you are willing to lose Dragging the weight of your soul to the abyss Losing that sense of control as an unaware victim What are you willing to lose? What are you willing to lose? That's your free heart Life death contours of other ones' distress A fake strength that controls your touch Victim of nothingness. The price to pay for a sharp will The price to pay for an obsession Gather what you spread. Burned ground on your side.