Dogma

Each to die wear your cross to decide
What lies to comprehend
Indulged
No one there to react
Placed in gods riddance
Break me break me
Time displays the last
unpolluted river
Borrowed from the past and it burns
Minus self improvement
Broken
Cracked Pleasures
From the growth
Underneath the closed mouth
Springs your monster with a face of clay
White shores
Smashed monolith grim true colour
Crawling back
Passed on
Still a breath away
Cracked broken borrowed from the past
Walk across the bridge of sand
Still
A breath away
out of open arms
Pushed sideways
Each to die wear your cross to decide
What lies to comprehend
Coming back
The first time
Empty vial
Excession
Regression
Dry your eyes no point in denial
Distance
Pushing back
The core will break again
Spiked flowers
Oblige the perfect dream
Burning oil
Head for the green oil
Hear
Another broken character
To be advertised
Scissors cut me from the tape
Spew out the dynasty
With your vacant smile
Played from one side war rage
Sometime never come and nothing
Comes of nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Thomas Holter, Henrik Carl Backstrom
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