Texty: Soilwork. Structure Divine.

Cause I can't find pleasure anywhere, this life is strangling me, If I would turn myself inside out would I find peace of mind, Would i find a peace of mind? And when the silence remains, And all the fields stay the same, It isn't different from the power that it holds, Now, where is the pain?, As I gaze between my desires There's a shadow and a bleeder every once in a while, Can't you see my eyes, They're trembling, Beware the millions of senses locked in this rusty cage, a fanatic rage this time I will stand still, and no blood will be spilled!

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Yea I think I'm losin it, Yea I think I'm losin it, Back to normal a feast on the moral, served on a silver plate....

And when the silence remains, And all the fields stay the same, It isn't different from the power that it holds, Now, where is the pain? A big hail to my sadistic pleasures, They saved my soul for a special price, As I begin to fade, the creature cries so I'm heading for another one that will watch me raise my bloodstained banner, No questions asked, No questions asked

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A competition that will last until the silent one will speak, So this is it, is this the century sun? Mother of destruction, please let me be the one to know, Father of my pure agression, don't cut the way where will I go