Текст песни Funeral - Towards The End
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Текст песни Funeral - Towards The End
Abandoned empathyIs this how life ought to beA grander theoryMorality replaced with greed Vice become virtueAnd virtue unwiseMaterial fortune( )Our souls where the price Within the sands of time is stored the data of our mindsThrough the sands of time unfolds the tragedy of our kindFrom the cross to the stake, to the trepanning chairAnother cup of poison is swallowed in despair In the dead of night comes the memoriesI recall the things that they did to me The art of torture has its origin in hellIn our basic nature, the mastery handled wellWe have been created in the image of infinite painThe path that lies behind us denotes the future as it has been laid To seek the truthIs to swim in a sea of liesTo speak the truthIs suicide in disguise Cartesian realityTruly caused by insanityA cure for the diseaseRemove what does not exist In the dead of night they came for meTo remove the thoughts that they caused to be