Текст песни Crawling On The Dirt

Walking through the ashes, of a sick society.

There's no life around me, just puppets made of skin.

Fields of empty bodies, crawling on the dirt

Sinking expectations, from false reality.

You will never understand this life.

It's too much complicated,

For your head without brain.

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'Cause emptiness is all you have.

Hollow heads... hollow paths

Hollow heads... hollow paths

Made in dirty... made in filth...

Made in dirty... made in filth...

Fields of empty bodies, crawling on the dirt

Sinking expectations from false reality.