Thy Disease - Mother Death | Текст песни

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Obsessed state of mind
Possessed by paranoia
Malevolence

Suffer pressed against the grass
Malicious being
Transformation has just begun

I'm bringing you world
Of pain and grotesque
Created against it's own consciousness

Every cell is hostile

Unbalanced, struggling
This war is already inside of you
Breathless coma, bleeding
You've never had peace
Hope isn't right
Light isn't light

I'm bringing you world
Of pain and grotesque
Created against it's own consciousness

I'll bring you fucking life
Feel your wounds to stay alive
War is my god
Destroyer of worlds