Synth Chris - Hawthorne and Holly (feat. Burt Carl)

Confused and screaming
The waking child of sin with his enormous arms
Dilutes the chalice of human malice
Immortal breath which will tear us apart
Whining and crying, he will make the towers fall
And the endless conundrum left us in turmoil

Come forth, the sickness of mind
It is our time
Come forth, the sickness of mind
It is our time

When this Mesopotamia comes down, it will take us away

Come forth, the sickness of mind
It is our time
Come forth, the sickness of mind
It is our time
Come forth, the sickness of mind
It is our time
Come forth, the sickness of mind
It is our time

Confused and screaming
The waking child of sin with his enormous arms
Dilutes the chalice of human malice
Immortal breath which will tear us apart
Confused and screaming
The waking child of sin with his enormous arms
Dilutes the chalice of human malice
Immortal breath which will tear us apart

I'm gone, for I am forsaken
There is no use trying, escaping
I'm gone, for I am forsaken
I'm gone, for I am forsaken
There is no use trying, escaping
I'm gone, for I am forsaken
I'm waiting for the time I wasted
Enjoyment beside me, I've barely tasted
I'm waiting for the time I wasted
And since the destination was something that you'd never see
You will never accept the answer to all our problems live
And so I crawl away, mangled and bloody, aching stains
The last concept of a person: hollow, empty, me

Written by:
Burt Carl

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