Текст (слова) песни: Ill-Disposed - Depersonalisation
There`s no door in these cold walls surrounded by the infinite
My card is reading cardiac my thoughts won`t seem to comprehend
Why? The lost sentence, in varieties of religious experience
The truth: a direful legacy, has driven me to my knees I`m hurt Pschiatric disbelieve, "good luck when you`re panoplied" A force divided by slavery, a senseless futility
A must to see the unholy state, in which I was held for a while A study in grief taking over my mind, as I declared my soul to behind Just longing for the first day, to say, I`m back this time I`m here to stay
Can`t you see the one aspect, that makes my gift to innocence The metaphysics were caressed, by every bit of air I breathed In lustfulness
I`ve lost, a loser without a name, must be my contribute Your trust, the effort of ficticiousness, my grief is compelling me The sign, the sign is for all to see, I know what to do with thee
Waverer, to bewail, led defeats Engrossing my fate, my heart`s decadence, capitulation Time to intrude, to declare the fate, an angel will fall My aspiration, you beg, the iteration, imbibes, as only you can I`ve tried, to leave this fucking hell
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