Parasite
(Indisponível)
We are of the city, malignant, guilty
Echoes feed on the sinners
The pillars crumble, like the veins of an addict
Is this really something we want to preserve
Just one more hit thats all you need
Go ahead, it will soon cease to bleed
Build a chemical lung to block the hurt
Find redemption in your curse
Your colour is that of the broken glass
You feed on the needle and consumer desperation
Inside the needle you find your peace
At the bottom of a pilljar you wont be a failure
Tired eyes, watching the world
Like an animal in the dirt
This is what our empire has become
Here we walk as chameleons
Here hell has no meaning
In the buildings we see our reflections
Reflecting extinction of our race
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