Crawling On The Dirt


Walking through the ashes, of a sick society
There's no life around me, just puppets made of skin
Fields of empty bodies, crawling on the dirt
Sinking expectations, from false reality
You will never understand this life
It's too much complicated,
For your head without brain
Hollow heads, hollow paths,
'Cause emptiness is all you have
Hollow heads hollow paths
Hollow heads hollow paths
Made in dirty made in filth
Made in dirty made in filth
Fields of empty bodies, crawling on the dirt
Sinking expectations from false reality







Captcha