Cindergarden

Litmus Red

Cindergarden


Traumatized the blood is still flowing
Pressurized agent killing pain
Paralyzed watching every moment
The deicide is forming in the shadow of the brain

Terminate the heart rate is slowing
Administrate another lethal dose
Separate the frequencies from charging
The chemicals are bonding

The end is getting close

The sparrow turned a litmus red
In his crystal cage conceived
Terminal electric line all systems received