Cursed

Autopsy of our minds Shows the moment we dies The point in our lives When we dried from inside Every piece of potential We were born with Has been sucked dry By the global fraud Doomed, insane destructive society Powered by the curses of humanity We

From the soul of body where the psychosis rest floating to the abyss distorted way of death deny the war neurosis melancholic dream an entry that is locked but you can't hear the scream Horrifying coma progressive butchery morbid habitation life insa

In a certain life before you there was a quest a primitive art solution into your death this is the split of soul you can't protect it forgotten kind of art is now selected Is this the answer to a glory life that you've chosen what is the point to aw

I've left all the crisis behind me turned to the abide of the past adventure dreams that's what I see forgotten unknown and last We suffer- until we are dead a clean life - is what we get Reality is dropping my way running and gasping for air do you