Hiss from the Moat - The Carved Flesh Message

Since my nailshas carved on my fleshthe meaning of this surviving
walls are closer and the eyes are enemies awareness is the nightmare
that opens your eyes wide destroying your dreams tearing your
future showing the fate my window is that fate and I lay in my
bloody reign of vomit and hate. Polishing all the dreams I found in
the sea of shit that fogs my brain that fogs my brain I can´t wait
cause thoughts are suffocating my throat and the blood is too much
to be spat at all life isn´t a condition iĺl come in this world and
iĺl see all the faces of those bastards who felt themselves alive
while i´ve already six feet of mud on my breathing corpse I´ll cut
their tongue so that they won´t be able to sing their false hopes
|I´ll steal the hapiness in their eyes vomiting my convictions on their
faces on their faces silence forever deflagrating my race dancing
on the grave of passivity.