Oh, little figures that toil under weather & sun
Your backbreaking labor is earning you nothing but hopes undone
Here nothing´s sacred; what pride there´s left will not hold
The price of your failure is shown in the trinkets that weigh you down
I am swimming in obscenity that gives me not one 2nd´s peace
Mirror all my faults & flaws, crack jokes at all that I am made of
Weeping in our restless sleep, we are dreaming of lucidity & peace
All good withers & dies
We seized it all, only to let go
The empty winners drowning in the flow
We´re all forlorn
Riddle is solving itself as I kneel & devour
The strength of the terror will never relieve you of crawling on
Small voices are prying at secrets I do not wanna share
Pathetic & sweet, all remorse is cut off with the leech that bleeds me
All good withers & dies in our hands
We seized it all, only to let go
The empty sinners drowning in the flow
I am swimming in obscenity that gives me not one 2nd´s peace
Mirror all my faults & flaws, crack jokes at all that I am made of
The silent heartstone at my feet: We are gagged & bound & incomplete
Nothing holds in what we´re. Our filth & greed has come too far
The great deceit, the greater made by truth well hid in words & shades
Ten letters on my stony bed to witness every mouthful fed
´Cause I´m the one who´ll rip you apart
So die
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