Belicosis

I apologize for being the burden in your eyes
A big part of this truth screams deformed and scares
Under that mallet hide your cards.

A wintry void and this will drive you crazy, I want to find the place
for this sick moon.
When the world cracks here is where it trembles.

Seeing shelters burning and falling, beating until the end
this is ours, it's so real.
Give me, give me your plan, these are the days of execution
If this is what I believe, those who fall are you and I.

This artery is final, simulation of chaos, old ailment that never
gives a break and advances
the precision, the fatal blow.

Seeing shelters burning and falling, beating until the end
this is ours, it's so real.
Give me, give me your plan, these are the days of execution
If this is what I believe, those who fall are us.