Tradução: Djogani. Cekaj \u200b\u200bMe Kod Kolima.
Tradução: Djogani. Na Silu.
Tradução: Djogani. Skandal.
it's so much easier to avert our eyes from all the suffering and injustices that permeate our lives to be in the midst of sickness and pain and always
yeah, you're the king snake gliding through the grass all attempts to catch you have ended in empty grasps you slid into our hearts' and unleashed
I'm leaving right now, not for another moment. Can I stand to bear the weight of your eyes upon me. There's a weight that pressing on my shoulders.
we must bend the bars of these cages around our hearts deconstruct the confines of a weary existence smash apart the stones piled high upon our chests
It's amazing that five lives have. Revolved around this thing we've made. More amazing still that we continue on today. It's grown to be more than
wake up from the slumber that you've been forced into climb out from the depths of sleep to the waking world asleep with your eyes wide open we stumble
separated, compartmentalized these are the dreary days of our lives screened out, and filed away locked into drawers of human decay forced to live wall
Dark Lord chaos, your time has come. The people of the Elvin Hills of Algoroth will regain command of their homeland. And their pride will flourish
Those roads and streets they cut. They cut off circulation. Just like chains around my wrists. Yeah. Pushing me in these same directions. Caught
feed the machine that eats up our lives churning out product, end result of time processed then sold back to us, and renamed convenience left with the
there is this energy that flows from withing there is this volition that's constantly repressed the ability to connect to live and love without regret
Still my heart, cease the beating quickened by. Your passing grace. Better to fix my gaze ahead and forget, forget everything. For now just keep on
this is a call to notice that which has gone unnoticed that all of us are walking wounded bearing hidden scars and subtle bruises the casualties of a
This is the final countdown. The hands on the clock. Become the hands upon your throat. Take a hard look at your time card. Add up all the hours.
through pure arrogance mankind has staked its claim it's left its mark upon all that surrounds us there is a darkness rising overhead shadows that are
