Текстове на песни:
Amoral Wound Creations

will Too tired of struggling, too strong to give in Driven since the first step A conscious failure of feigned ignorance Internal filt appearing so reasonable A stubborn wound

[Instrumental]

When you tricked them into your condemned dream You didn't know who would have control Where it took seconds to shape fortunes Your pains it weighed

thread Where you are - follow the thought you shun How far to thread by the stream Stray now - tie off the dead veins Wound fate leaves you wound creations

Ticking, that insane sound We dance to the running of hours Programmed moments passing by Tighten the knot around our time Fortunes slipping, ignoring