Loose Noose

Fuck this world

Imprisoned in a bloodbath
They're running from this world

This is a mortal strike upon the archives of the buried
This is a fucked up call for all the despair we all lived

Stoped by your weakness

Irregular heat from the bounty on divide
Irregular cold from the bodys on the ground

This world has the meaning we dare, let flow through our toxic blood
This mess is not legit from the eyes of our consciousness

From the eyes of the dead

Will you choose to overcome
And find the power to sever their hands
Will you choose to join my side
And find the absence of any sens in life