Consequences

The French alliance is covering our sights! What is the question I asked you yesterday? Tell me what you think about the dignity in flying towards the understatement of time. Lost hope and sewer crops, delicious yearning. Death is upon us, the ancient times. What lies in hate, a newborn child.

Darkness through the air, what a sorrow I fear. Believe in nothing but disgust. I may find the way to august. Far away, the land of time. The forsaken village driven to madness. My malice and hate forced to partake. Man and woman, children of doom. Hand me the scepter. I tore myself up to the night.

Filling the hole of pounding horses. It is as if I were young. My suffering is still inside. Live up to what I told you, linger into the world of pheromones. Rally against the moulting bed. Irrelevant sounds from my head and awesome youth inside your mind. Learn to know my hate. Suffer until you see my fate.

So when you come, I hold you down till the necklace turns white. Killing the pain without potatoes is hard. Gun down the enemy of abyss, the dark angel of time. Learn from me, teach me hate. The door was locked until I said stop. The window is open and the curtains fell down. An animal lingering without lust for life. Yearn, for my innocence. Pass the tracks to the raids. I kill the myth. Push me over the edge. Why have you come? Do you want my soul? Latency of lust. Numb muscles, rising fingers.