Filthy flies do breed in the backyard of our brazenend souls
Try to dominate the memories
What filthy lie must I uphold?
What filthy lie must I uphold?
Which holy image will I attack?
Which beast must be worshipped?
Whos heart shall I break?
I poison my myself with my own tears
Im sick and tired of mine and your fears
In whose blood shall I wade
I do not care - I do not care
In whose blood shall I wade
I do not care
Banish from my mind a part of me
Theres no, no turning back
Lets go, I know
The cost is something is forever lost
The cost is something is forever lost.
