Текст песни Purist-Realist

Purist-realist manipulates Purist-realist segregates Purist-realist - on their own terms Purist-realist - you never learn Inner loathing - the mounting hate Hundred fights - a thousand regrets Sacrifice - you wear me like a second skin Dwelling on a scene of bitter love Harping on some forgotten war The shadow former self Two-faced preacher - denied yourself Purist-realist - a rotting state of grace Cannot be me Cannot see the once-treasured Depleting life it shows in You weakness, impotence Inability to have spoken Summarizing that teasing That non-restricted feelings set in a moment In dealing Return to the source of regret