Dressed in chains and muzzles
Some, in the deepest calm of his being
Others, angry like Cerberus
Welcoming at the entrance of Hades
They didn't choose to see the light and returned to the shadows
Like crooked lines of Goddess Nature
Souls in sorrow, optimal flesh to experience
Repelled by themselves, tortured by their own brain
♪
They were touched by the divine hand of dementia
Sentenced by it to undertake a unique destiny
Evil smell in the halls
Naked, restrained on the walls
Martyred, resigned, harrowed
Psycho circus show for sadistic eyes
♪
The act of mercy has passed
None of them will see the sun
Their eyes will turn white
And they still won't see the oxide in their blood
♪
From the ceiling on the throne of amusement
From the ceiling on the throne of maltreatment
From the ceiling on the throne of abasement
From the ceiling on the throne of degradation
♪
From the ceiling on the throne of amusement
From the ceiling on the throne
From the ceiling on the throne of maltreatment
From the ceiling on the throne
From the ceiling on the throne of maltreatment-abasement
From the ceiling on the throne of degradation
♪
They didn't choose to see the light and returned to the shadows
Like crooked lines of Goddess Nature
Souls in sorrow, optimal flesh to experience
Repelled by themselves, tortured by their own brain
They were touched by the divine hand of dementia
Sentenced by it to undertake a unique destiny
They didn't choose to see the light and returned to the shadows
Like crooked lines of Goddess Nature
Souls in sorrow, optimal flesh to experience
Repelled by themselves, tortured by their own brain
They didn't choose to see the light and returned to the shadows
Like crooked lines of Goddess Nature
Souls in sorrow, optimal flesh to experience