Rootwater Catatonia
Look in your own eyes
And if you know now the mirror of the Spirit
You know You’re made of , completely made of black
despair
Made of sadness , hate , hate and greed
When the night falls – demons come
I am inert , I let them come
And I hear - “close your eyes”
And I hear – “”close your mind”
Communing with them I fall down
Deeper and deeper , I am dying out
I’m not afraid of it - it’s a dream
I only want to rest from it
from hell
hell in my head
I can be afraid only of thing I don’t know well
I ‘m sinking free , I feel no pain
Demons rip my soul ,
And I want no help , no more
Death is a friend , it’s my natural state
Fuuuuuck!
f..ck You , f..ck me !
It’s a demon’s game – you know?
You’re not a player – you’re a pawn
You are round of their game
Catatonia is the way
To make you weak ,to make you sad
To deprive the will of life
Demons are around , they’re real
They are to bring you to hell
You can survive - believe and pray
