Lyrics Medium - Zatokrev

Medium

Medium
Burdened by the skies
Medium
For the anti-world
Gore on the wall
Whore slave to the core
Lithium salt
Offered to the wolves
Your eon
Suffering immortal
Gore on the wall
Whore slave to the core
I feel the hint at the cut
You can’t see the crime
Waterfall death
Of a walking brain
Walk and count
Missing skills
Still in-between
Medium
Still in-between of everything
Rise of the weak
Obedience through despair
Reigning streak of strain
Corn bared by perturbing fog
Betrayal of the broken child
Straining force
Medium
Gore on the wall
Medium