歌词
Lost between the razor traces
Scratched confidence
Found comfort in shadows black
Taking darkness for granted
Left open for what comes unseen:
It's beautiful horror, it's wondrous seeds of doubt
Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman
Desperately awaiting the day it looks back
Lest ye forget the monsters
Transgressing into a frigid soul
Nothing to expect, nothing to suprise
Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0
Further down the nest
Further down the ID
Cold, inert
Cold
Missed the distance, lost the trace
Complete
The Lord of Deceit rejoices
Cold, inert
Further down the nest
Further down the ID
Cold, inert
The Lord of Deceit rejoices