Текст песни The Feeble Mind

The Feeble Mind

Your flesh a shrine to my soul torn from bone dripping crimson red
Your time is now I dream of death on ready wings with nothing left
Light floods your eyes as you struggle bound in terrorPsyclon Nine - The Feeble Mind - http://ru.motolyrics.com/psyclon-nine/the-feeble-mind-lyrics.html
Enveloped in the stench of morality
Tattered dolls found wrapped in plastic
Tortured souls freed from humanity
The feeble mind will pray to God the feeble mind will fall