Disintegrated Skies
Peter Wichers, Björn “Speed” Strid
Fairytales which was ment to learn
Forcing children to believe or else they would be burned
Salvator of lies
Where are you when the puissant flies
Disentigrated Skies, Before my eyes
Disentigrated Skies, My hate will rise
The twist the knife around
To breed another crowd
With intentions from God
Disentigrated Skies, Before my eyes
Disentigrated Skies, My hate will rise
Thought of being left alone
Makes my hatred grow
It s time to act
While you life is still intact
You can tell your messiah
That all his desires will
Burned
Burned
Flies keeps on breeding
Inside your heart
Disentigrated Skies, Before my eyes
Disentigrated Skies, My hate will rise