Guilt Trip
In The Arms of Mortality
Relief is a privilege
If it bleeds it will suffer again
Overtaken by our doubts
No one stay safe and sound
Tied to the oblivion
The voices of thousand snakes
Distress as a main symptom
My veins are full of venom
All is grey and grim today
In the arms of mortality
I’ll never enjoy the sun again
Tired to be me
From the cradle to the grave
In the arms of mortality
I’d never break, never change
End is all I need
Pain is a just a step to skip
Those motherfuckers talk way bеtter than they hit
You can run from mortality but you can’t hide
Survival of thе fittest, I wasn’t born to die
Relief is a privilege
If it bleeds it will suffer again
The doors are closed
I’m way too weak
Darkness unfolds
And crushes my will