Moisturizing tongues
Hydrate the dry palate
For bleeding throat
Dramaticaly parched
Tears and blood are shed
And poured into gullets
Like the fucking blessed virgin
With a pair of hobnail boots
Deep line appear
On the wrinkled faces
Decrease of the skin
Just emotional stress
I'm blinded by the wings of an angel
God takes great pleasure in our slow destruction
He can't remember his forgotten poeple
MAnes Thecel Phares
The fear of humiliation
Excruciate my brain
Distressing torments
Have grown up'till madness
A short changing shamelessness
Spread in factory wage
Untrustworthy asset
I'm working like a dog
I sternly see and wait
When hope to change is raped
Sustain is now too late
I've converted my faith
Claims are in vain
Hate remains in veins
Our lifes are in pain
Claims are in vain
Hate remains in veins
Manes Thecel Phares
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