Paroles de Trisect

No thoughts of circumstance to hinder My constricting abolishment The soul machine upstairs is busted No more recurring embarrassments or sacraments A heart that's pumped out all its rivals Leaves no objectives no zealousness Forsaken by the ghosts of the wretchedness Trampled by idols to shine in death To shine on Trisecting Innocence Breathing the first breath in Trisecting Innocence Breaking the plastic skin Lodged in the brain of the apostles Our last memento of tolerance Forsaken by the ghost of pleasure and pain Under the heels of unconsciousness Trisecting Innocence Breathing the first breath in Trisecting Innocence Breaking the plastic skin The reminder comes forever Misrepresented by the ones left to adore Be sure to keep it all together Time means nothing when you just stop looking anymore