Nightrage
Single • 2021
When the human mind gets cast in chains and put in line All acts of free will looses meaning Leave your soul behind We reap the fruits of our own betrayal We sold our souls for an unfit end My sweet Entwined Oh sweet nauseating oblivion Rid me this hunger, of what I become When planet earth got ripped to threads for our needs Our lives obsolete, for-fitted For our deeds We reap the fruits of our own betrayal We sold our souls for an unfit end My sweet (creation) Entwined (temptation) Oh sweet nauseating oblivion Rid me this hunger, of what I become My sweet creation In steep decline In deformation Life left behind My sweet (creation) Entwined (temptation) Oh sweet nauseating oblivion Rid me this hunger, of what I become Sweet nauseating delirium Rid me of life. What have I done?
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
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