Nothing
Look down, look deep at the bottom
At the womb of filth, sludge and rotting vomit
You can see faces daily met
Sundry creatures in the mud of vain glory
Walls smell of perfume of death and rotten flesh
Your calling is futile like virgin pain
As ulcers of the soul you cannot cut out
Your calling is futile like virgin pain
As ulcers of the soul you cannot cut out
Find connections in nothing, how schizophrenic it is
To run through the endless wood, the land of eternity
Behind filthy glass, a cripple stares fastidiously
Rejoicing and naive that all will be better
Your calling is futile like virgin pain
As ulcers of the soul you cannot cut out
Your calling is futile like virgin pain
As ulcers of the soul you cannot cut out
Through the secret of continuities that only the dead reveal
Passion with death dance furiously for next days
But they die at dawn again as your dreams of candle
Burning eternally
Have the power to strike
Let gory mucus stream out of my mouth
Have the power to strike
Through the secret of continuities that only the dead reveal
Passion with death dance furiously for next days
Have the power to strike
Let gory mucus stream out of my mouth
Have the power to strike
Let gory mucus stream out of my mouth
At the womb of filth, sludge and rotting vomit
You can see faces daily met
Sundry creatures in the mud of vain glory
Walls smell of perfume of death and rotten flesh
Your calling is futile like virgin pain
As ulcers of the soul you cannot cut out
Your calling is futile like virgin pain
As ulcers of the soul you cannot cut out
Find connections in nothing, how schizophrenic it is
To run through the endless wood, the land of eternity
Behind filthy glass, a cripple stares fastidiously
Rejoicing and naive that all will be better
Your calling is futile like virgin pain
As ulcers of the soul you cannot cut out
Your calling is futile like virgin pain
As ulcers of the soul you cannot cut out
Through the secret of continuities that only the dead reveal
Passion with death dance furiously for next days
But they die at dawn again as your dreams of candle
Burning eternally
Have the power to strike
Let gory mucus stream out of my mouth
Have the power to strike
Through the secret of continuities that only the dead reveal
Passion with death dance furiously for next days
Have the power to strike
Let gory mucus stream out of my mouth
Have the power to strike
Let gory mucus stream out of my mouth
Credits
Writer(s): Michal šedivý
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