I can feel you deep in me trying to heal yourself
And you are failing miserably
Seriously, it's pathetic how we hide behind our skins
You are in me thinking its a mistake
Piss take, we piss on our lovers grave tonight
Corrupt our souls, fuck each others mind
Out goes the reasons flying towards the sky
We are high on pain and pain killers
I've been haunted by fortune tellers
Dream sellers, doctors, philosophers and wise souls
Begging me to be a better man and straighten my crooked mould
But tonight we play on the floor like abandoned children of an inbred mother
Misusing our freedom, abusing the temple and mocking our Father
We burn his kingdom, rubbing our bodies together, speaking in unholy tongue
The ashes that are settled in our lungs
Will be the souvenir of our feat and our defeat.
