Metempsychos piosenki

Forced isolation in centuries of disgust Disease of the soul, living lives which are lost Muddled identities, living out days Scaring it's victim, a formless face Respiratory ailments, suffering cries A nervous affliction, another victim dies Horrifyin...

When the shadows of presence melt down hopes of existence Distress mess bless Lie theyr cold hands on your anatomic shape On your body of advanced ape The absence of being rising Process of achieving is dead Constant of maze When mind in haze Become...

Flesh holds souls like immortal stones Just bullets know how many here are ghouls Fog in the brain in sunny day Turn all in vain How to cure the pain? Lord is waiting above the sky Mud clogs in veins Thoughts gone insane Truth was truth till this mome...