Žodžiai dainai: Apostle Of Solitude. Sincerest Misery. Confess.

Crossroads of solitude
Let the fires burn
Smashing anything that moves underfoot
Telling stories of their bleeding wounds
Meaningless words of poetry
Butcher poetry

Snakes crawl all over the world
Ever closer to the light
I'll cut off their heads just to see if they die
Do you know the pain of life
I'll show you all just how to die

You'd better run through the night
Because the gates to fate are open wide

Confusion's wheels spin round and round
I'm caught under the wheels
Committing this body to the ground
I confess