Текст песни Spiritual Mess

Digging the grave of subhuman race

Suffocate them in unholy blood

Revenge of hundred years

Possessing my soul

Blades're ready, hearts're cold

Hungry to smell and taste your blood

The hunt's begun, choose your creature

Stab, rape them more and more

Feelings're lost till the last bastard drops

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Running, fighting but no where to go

My place is small, walls are soft

Already counted all pink elephants

Drugs're fine but docs're mad

Mad, mad I'm not mad

Insane, insane help me

Mad, mad I'm not mad

Insane, insane help me

Blades're ready hearts're cold.