Divided We Stand
Divided we stand
Unlocked and insecure
To be all open wounds
Down there I see you
No no, further
Redeemers wacked up like suicide
I'm out of my cage
no time for scars now (I'm being fed)
Brigades of contempt
Maximus Lord of Lies
for (the) ironic residue
How many hasn't cursed the wall ...
How many hasn't cursed the wall ?!
Autor(es): Fenriz / Júlio Borges