No feeling for life
Blur the days
Reckless behaviour
In the void, infected veins
No stranger to the brew
complete the horizon
The sun has no power
through тнe fog of flamboyant paths
Your ideas, out of focus
Shivering slug upon the throne
Inhale the stench of the mighty brew
and taste the freedom of death
Arriving on time
The night of sin
Imitation of life
Freaks of the full moon

KORREKTUREN ÜBERMITTELN