Lyrics Icosahedron: The Death of Your Body - Dodecahedron

Icosahedron: The Death of Your Body

Digging into the soil
The manifested madness
Showing us remarkable quests
May thy be those goals
During our stay
Between the grinding wheels of the great design
Our souls crushed between the teeth
Flesh reduced to rags
Pierced through all possibilities
And plunged into the abyss
Time will be reversed
Too much to suffer
Lost in the depths of our pain
Consciousness faded
The black hole will be the last to be seen
Natural laws will not apply
Idiosyncrasy
Not one pircing eye
Not one prophtic clear view
Not one prophetic clear view
Over our nightly executioners
This hunger
For perfection
Flooding our eyes
A demon in disguise