Sarabante Blindfold
Deleted actions, once bled of purity.
Fable now, waltzing with blinded eyes.
A cross bow of bitter emotions,
will wash away the sins,
on a sky made of grey.
Destroyed.Hunted.Corrupted.
The vein resounds to an echoing sun.
Killing the inner dream of neverland.
The mass applauds a burnt out puppet parade.
Inside from dead ratios,
fists try to touch the sky.
The treacherous gasp of feedback,
detects resistance with a godlike mask.
Destroyed.Hunted.Corrupted.
Embrace the thorns, sink into nightmares...
