Skitliv Slow Pain Coming (cold Spring Mix)
I see four suns in the sky
My limbs becomes a rope of madness
I have been awake for days on end
Trying to unravel the secret of that one great pain
There's an evil sickness inherent in humanity
Lord Christ saviour or death, just death
Descending angels ‒ too f..cking late
Face the emptiness for everything is nothingness
The procession of empty faces moves
On a path of dying dead death
The indifference of mankind ‒ ekler meg
Souls already rotting and turning to dust
Hear the wailing, the mourning, of that ONE soul
The great emptiness that awaits us
Through forests deep and barren woods
Through the minds of dead philosophers
Towards the great nothingness
