歌词
Wretched hands
Reaching into innocent eyes
Promises of nothing but imprisonment
None are spared from total insanity
Images flash and locusts blot the sky
Infinite horrors infesting the weak of mind
Weak of Mind
Weak of Mind
Oh, the fools
Rest easy against the delusion of autonomy
Harmless they think are vessels of mass human torture
Victim to the perversion of ideals
Suffer under the reality of hell
Search and you will find no word but paradise
Sweet paradise
Torpid Consumption
The power to name stripped away
By ignorance they will grow silent and blind