World in Obscure - Veld

Feeling like a dance of the naked angels

Storm of my weakly nerves

We cannot kill the time

And you forever leaving not having left hopes to me

I close my eyes

I try to forget

Hundreds once I died for you

Destroy the person by this faith in nothing

Upon the wicked I shall rise

I so has tired to understand you

Broken hearts for the sake of faith at nothing

I want to now all truth about us

Cast aside the prophets and false gods

Fury of the looser

Rejoicing of the winner

We have written our own ending

You with your Idols

You with your ideals

You with the thieves who rob us of life

In this world of anguish

Millions of lives that cease to exist

Is it a theory of pure scepticism

Destroy the person by this faith in nothing

I so has tired to understand itself

Upon the wicked I shall rise

I can not ignore your fucking lies

You are the simplest form of life

I am not

Blood of my hopes attracted and rejected

Blackening or blanching essence of the person

To kill your God whom you cherish

I so has tired to understand you

Broken hearts for the sake of faith at nothing

I want to now all truth about us

Cast aside the prophets and false gods

Constant breaking between you and me

Changed in hate and depression

Nobody and never will not forgive your mistake in this fucking life

I can not ignore your fucking lies

You are the simplest form of life

I am not

Blood of my hopes attracted and rejected

To kill your God whom you cherish

In this world of anguish

World of fucking lies

Where each wants to be first and spit to each other in face

In this world of anguish

World of fucking lies

Life so fabled

Life so false

In this world of anguish

World of fucking lies

Life so fabled

Life so false