Fleshgore Passion
I can't go anywhere
I can't say anything
Didn't I tell you?
Thou you believe in suffering
At first I thought
It was my fault
My problem, something
Wrong with only me
But then I realized
I'm just a victim
Nothing more and nothing less
As well as everything
I touch, I see, I bless
I can't just figure out
Is chaos a way-out?
Starting from the mess inside
Growing fear all around
I can't make up my mind
Vindication saves my ground?
A passion which should rise above
Now I feel starts getting out
