Loose Noose

Fuck this world Imprisoned in a bloodbath They're running from this world This is a mortal strike upon the archives of the buried This is a fucked up call for all the despair we all lived Stoped by your weakness Irregular heat from the bounty on divide Irregular cold from the bodys on the ground This world has the meaning we dare, let flow through our toxic blood This mess is not legit from the eyes of our consciousness From the eyes of the dead Will you choose to overcome And find the power to sever their hands Will you choose to join my side And find the absence of any sens in life