Lyrics
Rewriting predictions
I'll fall into a diseased mind
Gone
Unsacred bond forms
For the sake of being scarred
For the sake of being scarred
For the sake of being scarred
For the sake of being scarred
For the sake of being scarred
For the sake of being scarred
For the sake of being scarred
Walls full of lifeless faces
Inhaling blank air
Wake up the possessor
"I am the filth you spit
The wounds you cause"
La tua anima
La tua anima
La tua anima
La tua anima
La tua anima