Woorden: 7 Angels 7 Plagues. Silent Deaths, Crowded Lives.

[Lyrics by T. Rios]

With plastic face designs
covered over a hell infested you
Your fingerprints marked in blood
Helpless to save you
Useless to name
Useless to purify
a lingering sin
In rubber rooms that float
Every bounding speck a memoir
Your devoted laughter silence

No one listens

A world full of ears become deaf
They scratch at the scars
but blood still drips from their eyes

With plastic face design
We become fools to your lies
Hopeless to save
Useless to name
Your every desire to die