Photophobia Drowning In The Memory Of A Cold Embrace
Life is a weapon
that inevitably strike us
i laugh planning the end...
who'll stand in defense of the hope?
when the abyss'll have swallowed all the light
who'll observe the decay
when the ruins of the world'll have hidden
everything...
who could see the future
when all the children'll be blind...
man is the parasite
man is the cancer
creator and destroyer
flesh hungry
emotions greedy
until our weak envelope isn't saturated
and slowly devour us..
devour myself
voce narrante
another suicide
shakes the world
i'd never thought it could be so painful...
i read back that letters... at first meaningless
now i swear myself...
grey shadows drive my journey
and i become a shadow
rememberin' my last embrace
