Dreamwave: THRT


Parasites are crawling, throught your head, trought your pain, the broken world without hope.

The sickness, taste the pain, in the suffering, in your burial smoke.

Better than last time, but this bullet is mine, alone to catch the scream that I broke.

Parasites are crawling, throught your head, throught the sickness that you call your life, but lifeless can not die.

Now comes a night, so prepare yourself to find, prepare yourself to see, it is time to pay.

Life is only a suicide, broken mirror, without view.