Pheromone - Mantra of Fearless Тексты

I let it come to me
I let all colours turn black
No more feelings, no remorse
No more lies - this is my luck


I let it come to me
I open door of my heart
It is my luck, I feel I'm torn apart
I lost my head... Am I alive?


No pain - no transgression
No life - no agression
No love - no depression


Abandon your hope the one who enter this place
I am the martyr of life, I am the face of a human race


Oh... I'm the waste...


Now...
You can reach my hand...
We wake the dead...