Besedila:
Zyklon Disintegrate

Straight to hell and back, being in the midst of a crowd No wonder violence are back in rack Better stand still or shout it out loud: Disintegrate the

: Lack of motivation? At every occasion Tell me, did you earn your name? So why did you reckon it would bring you fame? Lack of understanding? It's kind

: Recite the unspoken A manifest of the Great Self A solid faith in what you can accomplish A supreme vision of capability An arcane text Describing

: In the yard of the old man The ruin's shimmering The world's painted pale The conditions are at stale Flocks gathered from far away Hiding, still overly

: Throbbing; The vast deceiver Underdog, god of all men Crushing; bone and skin to the ground Dying, but still vital Where would it head me? Fresh, yet

: When telling the fable of men The Demise of lies Let the Underdog be the narrator Behold the kingdom's rise Always being held down, the weaker part

A ferocious circle of fiends A paragon to follow A derisive laughter, created by winds No wonder everyone thought it was hollow A place for everything

De-evolution for thousands of years Consolidates all my fears Ignoring the real issue Stop bothering about pity human scar tissue Diminish our earthly

The man withdrew from the fire With a twitch in his face Hey, could you describe for me your personal faith? My request is inconclusive The endeavours