A Self Claimed Regress

A new faith
In a lower mind
A drown veil over all seeing eyes
And you hide, you hope
For an endless despair
A paradise for fools

It's our vision of wrath
And we need some seeds to survive
Cause there's no futur for the century

She was old, and we were young
She was old, and we were young

Old gold handshakes blow up in vile word flow
Old gold handshakes blow up in vile word flow
Old gold handshakes blow up in vile word flow



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Alexis Elliott Dussaux, Clement Philippe Francois Caillierez, Martin Bejuy, Arthur Stan-jules Dussaux
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