Текст песни The Spiraling Void - The Faceless

The Spiraling Void

You lifeless gig, when the world is gone
A spike for it, you’re the frantic swirl
Something I see, you’re in misery
Those forgive ideal in the shadows you smear
Whoa oh whoa, seemless the bills swell
A thrill through an endless thresh
A sense of hoplessness
You devote your life with me
We bury the token reason of fear
You ought to be punished for my sins
Turned to Shallassa for my skin
You ought to be punished for my sins
Turned to Shallassa for my skin