Paroles de Penta

Pointing downwards towards the stars With a rythm unnatural A union lost to the gun The three in me, the two in you To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular, so Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain Vulnerable when in reverse The leather apron ripped to shreds Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair May the gentle work to the second rule On a perfect scale change is radical, so Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair May the gentle work to the second rule On a perfect scale change is radical