: On the cusp of an explosion I answer with evil that's the way that I play it Street Turks multiple confusions I gnash spit I grind my teeth Got a gun
Summer sitting out by the pool A ray of sunshine getting in my way Close your eyes and wish that it were cool, everyday And I wish it could be back the
the breath of God is gone the breath of God is gone feel the iron hand closing in the screams are swallowed by the darkness of the womb swearing to
On the cusp of an explosion I answer with evil that's the way that I play it Street Turks multiple confusions I gnash spit I grind my teeth Got a gun
Everyone has a focus, a purpose to live for Deep within them We sleep with our eyes close, sos not to be zombies, they smoke and they drink. [Chorus]
Believe in what you can see Believe in what you can feel Reveal yourself unto me Show yourself unto me Believe in what you know Believe in what you can
Tradução: Cianótico. Axioma.
Tradução: Neuroeje. Axiomas.
Tradução: Rancio. Axioma.
With fear at heart you exhale your life and down, down, down you'll stride Each impulse you've indulged failure wears your ring born a slave to wealth
Sensations of anguish swallow me whole anxiety drills its way to the marrow the quill I dip in the red ink impure to compose poetry by which they are
Burdened with no regret caged not by hesitation the time of departure is set with eternity's invitation Come death - the liberation free me from each
Vapours of malice and ill-will we breed up to the Astral Light they steam as hails of pandemia they'll soon return battering the race of human worms
Invite me or not - I will enter anyway resist me or not - I will sculpt you all the same You are the soil opened for a grain an empty canvas that begs
The source of splendour in forms manifold in whom the fathomless arcana turn aglow Eosphoros - The brightest heavenly eye each tempest of doubt His grandeur
