Sin with closed eyes, a sacrifice to purify. A lack of lust to define, split my mind must nullify. Red water scribe, I'm the sacrifice to purify. I've held the curse of lustless eyes. Open holy wounds to be my shrine. Sacrifice my earth to exist again. Praise the dirt I scrape. Trudge against the wind, prosthetic limbs will shake. May my body fail to glisten while the holy sun awake, let me wither with the dusk as the crux of blood will fain to heal faith. Attempt to heal me. Attempt to fail yourself. Decline to still breathe, decline and sacrifice yourself. Decline until you disintegrate.
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Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
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