happens to me Proliferations of ignorance Orders that stand to destroy Battlefields and slaughter Now they mean my home and work Who has won? Who has died? Beneath the remains
Rotting, skinny corpses left alone They're like an endless disease Invisible, painful, eternal Creatures fucked by a greedy past Since you were born
Proliferations Of Ignorance Orders That Stand To Destroy Battlefields And Slaughter Now They Mean My Home And Work Who Has Won? Who Has Died? Beneath The Remains
I've seen you fighting through the time I've followed your steps full of pain Unnamed hero that's challenged the human ego Victim of cowardice Of strong
Looking inside, your future uncertain The fear grows as a sickness uncured The silence agonizes, the word sound strong Look inside the eyes, leave this
I follow the steps front of me They are deep well-defined Show an undefined straight path What has gone through me will never return Future won't let
Humidity can be felt on the walls Touched with the palm and used to scare They used to sweat, they used to stink Everything swamped and hot But in the
All of us are victims confined by enigmas without solution Your frozen thoughts don't let you evolve A prisoner of your own trap slaves of an infinite
on which way to turn My choices are few and far between A lifetime of remorse There's no place that I've ever been I stand above their remains My vengeance
Me Proliferations Of Ignorance Orders That Stand To Destroy Battlefields And Slaughter Now They Mean My Home And My Work Who Has Won? Who Has Died? Beneath The Remains
me proliferations of ignorance orders that stand to destroy battlefields and slaughter now they mean my home and my work who has won? Who has died? Beneath the remains
翻訳: 墓. 遺跡の下に.
翻訳: 墓. ヴォイド残っ＆エスケープ（ライブ）の下.
翻訳: 墓. インナーセルフ/遺跡の下.
To Me Proliferations Of Ignorance Orders That Stand To Destroy Battlefields And Slaughter Now They Mean My Home And My Work Who Has Won? Who Has Died? Beneath The Remains
to me proliferations of ignorance orders that stand to destroy battlefields and slaughter now they mean my home and my work who has won? Who has died? Beneath the remains
: looking inside, your future uncertain the fear grows as a sickness uncured the silence agonizes, the words sound strong look inside the eyes, leave
: all of us are victims confined by enigmas without solution your frozen thoughts don't let you evolve a prisoner of your own trap slaves of an infinite
