Silky ensemble of my illness
Taking all I need
Seeding my disgrace Downfall into who bleeds
Ripping of his face
The mirror doesn't know
The conception of a man
And that doesn't even show
What I got in my demand (you know)
I'm supposed to look for the mindfall in my voice
And to never took the millenials' choice
Same old good impressions
Of who never knew...
(How old do I need to be
To be more than you?)
Minimal sound of what I hear
The smell of the illness...
The hounds are hunting near
I'm a stupid agressive, the pleasure of my own
Discovering in the silkness that I'm not еven grown...
Who converges into mе?
It's not supposed to watch the things (that I can't see)
The presumptuous silence, the violence of being free
A mistress for the choices that live inside of this tree
When they start to play
They arrive at warpath
To find the human waste
Deep in my childish wrath
I'll show you that I'm acquitted, baby...
I'll show you that I'm acquitted, baby...
I'll show you that I'm acquitted, baby...
I'll show you...
And the most important thing (you know)
Freedom
And now, right now, I just wanna say...
(I am free...)