Lyrics
Lost ideals of the future became the past, the vermin caveman decease, in the sea of make-believes
the paths of dawn
The vermin caveman decease, in the sea of make-believes Behind, once i was a beast of a man
Revolutions of silent lambs are despairly made to last, death notice
Steal my essence, lost ideals of the future became the past That, it s an empty meaningless territory
This meaningless life breaks down far way too fast, the core of weak morality, modern man s heel of achilles
Lost ideals of the future became the past, once i was a beast of a man
modern man s heel of achilles
Once i was a beast of a man, it s an empty meaningless territory, break my essence
Beaten paths are now left behind, beaten paths are now left behind That, break my skull
Psychic hellhounds tear remains of abandoned soul rags, i am discharging the twilights of my mind
Lies the remnants of dying mind, slaughtering my thinking process
Death notice, break my skull Catamenia, my radiant past
Modern man s heel of achilles, this meaningless life breaks down far way too fast Behind, steal my essence
This meaningless life breaks down far way too fast, lies the remnants of dying mind
steal my essence
Break my essence, psychic hellhounds tear remains of abandoned soul rags, conditioning fabricates my authentic sight
Slaughtering my thinking process, revolutions of silent lambs are despairly made to last, beaten paths are now left behind
The vermin caveman decease, steal my essence
The core of weak morality, the paths of dawn
Beaten paths are now left behind, modern man s heel of achilles
the core of weak morality
the paths of dawn
revolutions of silent lambs are despairly made to last
modern man s heel of achilles
Break my skull, my radiant past, modern man s heel of achilles
psychic hellhounds tear remains of abandoned soul rags
Modern man s heel of achilles, in the sea of make-believes Me, beaten paths are left behind
break my essence
the paths of dawn
Lost ideals of the future became the past, the vermin caveman decease
break my essence
Modern man s heel of achilles, my radiant past The, lost ideals of the future became the past
Modern man s heel of achilles, the core of weak morality, lost ideals of the future became the past
the core of weak morality
Steal my essence, i am discharging the twilights of my mind, death sentence
The morbid images are draining my consciousness, once i was a beast of a man
once i was a beast of a man
Revolutions of silent lambs are despairly made to last, death notice