Lost soluls are coming into town

They are consideres es the ass of the con

Coming in the rain, beliefin their brain

Beloved are bemoanog beneaht their way

Lords of the pain dark power gained

black clouds are meeting right above my faith

Girl of the ground she's tearing my wonds

Love with the fear, will I ever be found

Overdriven part od�f m keart, will I ever set it free

Reptiels of love are roaming for free

Will Jack ever kill the

Don't be suspicious, you are the vicious

A face from the morgue, like shit of the fishes

Deadline is coming, I see myself like my own mummy

I used to be killed, Death is used to be m best buddy

Her heart is pumping acid throuhg her veins

her arms ase touching me, like hurting chains

Wandering spirits who make me reall blind

Escapings from the hell my own mind