Idioma Origen:
Creeping cross the canvass of color
Crawling in a cold delight
Bittersweet perversions
Paint their picture cross my precious sky
And it's all I've been searching for
Wretched is the filth
That grinds the holy with its doubt
Embrace its heart and tear it out
Reach into the fire
See if you can feel my soul
Burning with desire
To be free from this dirty black hole
Can you bring me liberation?
Do you know the depth of my obscenities?
Love is lost, love is cold
Love is sick, love is dead
When love is in the shadows of insanity
And it's all I've been searching for
Cursed are the bastard sons of stupidity
Grind that knife and slash their life
And it's all I've been searching for
Greater is the greatness
Gained through humility
Close your eyes
Step inside
Reach into the fire
See if you can feel my soul
Burning with desire
To be free from this dirty black hole
Idioma Destino:
Creeping cross the canvass of color
Crawling in a cold delight
Bittersweet perversions
Paint their picture cross my precious sky
And it's all I've been searching for
Wretched is the filth
That grinds the holy with its doubt
Embrace its heart and tear it out
Reach into the fire
See if you can feel my soul
Burning with desire
To be free from this dirty black hole
Can you bring me liberation?
Do you know the depth of my obscenities?
Love is lost, love is cold
Love is sick, love is dead
When love is in the shadows of insanity
And it's all I've been searching for
Cursed are the bastard sons of stupidity
Grind that knife and slash their life
And it's all I've been searching for
Greater is the greatness
Gained through humility
Close your eyes
Step inside
Reach into the fire
See if you can feel my soul
Burning with desire
To be free from this dirty black hole