Petite Mort - The Rising Of Your Own Hell Songtexte

On this filthy and vast land envy end chaos run side by side
The macabre humanity craws dying with a rotten smell
Surrounded by the worse creatures
She’s trapped and you cannot die
Dived into an eternal suffering
Souls are going to pay for being free

The funeral choir sounds slowly on us
The demos inside of you hate me
This dark vastness spells you
I can realize through your eyes

The anguish shouts won’t be heard by him

Where love gave up all his followers
Under this plurality of kinds of hate
The way that you undergo lust
Your eyes seem to burn!