Dark Millenium In And For Nothing
In the circle deep, lost me in this cold, cold black a strong arm in these weak days just an inner wish to be forgotten ... See, the ships are sailing they sail without a sea; and still Jesus is praising he speaks with no need to breathe ... In my words I claim nothingness to be and pictures awake and grow in me. What is left to expect? Where is to go, to look at? Gallows for sale, just follow the stench of my sweat. You in my mouth, did you really believe you were safed? 'Swopped blood for blood, 'snuffed mud for mud 'shook hands with the boys of the underworld. The last dance in the inside of my outside did you really believe you were safed?