автор: dohtora

You’ve got a firing spirit but
Do you have a soul
If my constant bleeding
Seems to be your goal

Blind hatred has its teeth
Sunk deep into your heart
No love can ever breathe in
Poisoned by your blood

Surreptitious duty
Your silence is a pest
Mercilessly beautiful
It pulls flesh off my chest

If truth has lost its meaning
In this endless game
Timed without beginning
Justice is in vain