Testo di The Sons Of Seth

To be one of those Who sway between depression and despair For a life amongst their icons. To be one who is chosen A spectator in the theatre of their Pathetic and pointless existence. It kills me a little more With every passing second… …i sink into unfathomable tedium I've been waiting for you for ages You, who realise my splendour And who know that eternity is insufficient To celebrate our carnal union. To be one of those Who drift between suicide and anxiety Unjustly suffering their rejection, Only to be chosen To ignite the theatre of their Pathetic and pointless existence, It heals me a little more With every passing second… …they sink into unfathomable hell. For an age i have tortured Those who do not recognise the excellence And billions of humans Won't be enough to contain my insanity