The Embalmment – A Destructive Issue – letras

Lies that offer closure,Leaves this fake exposureEyes, that never follow timeGive me cocaine pleasures, for a better measure.I can’t take this biting line…Spit it out spit, spit it out spit!,Take it out, take, take it out, fake!And I will be here waiting, and we will be here waiting,Let the life of the words come alive unrehearsedI won’t let go….Taste the tounge of pleasure, keep it there foreverstiched, into our bloodshot eyesFake, the raging seizure is this burning feverlost, forever in too minds.