Testo Lento

Can't take the antagonism, this contempt sets the boiling point. No control is my only repent, I've failed again. Time's ticken on this modern day clock, times past and once I known you, turn my head to avoid the reason, I don't need to fucking show you. Imperial streams penetrate the walls you have built, internal cries and screams have become the lento to my ears. I can't fucking read your mind I don't understand your kind, I would never fall victim. Cover me with a blanket of life's insanity, homocreal reasons but now I'll make you see. Choke on crimson blood, choke on crimson blood, that's cut straight from your heart