Era Aggression - Darzamat

This anger which direct a fist to somebody’s face

This fire which changes the matter into dust

This hate which is poison of the blood

This madness which controls the mind

I take out a knife to give it to others

I swim into rusted irony

I wear the coat of hypocrisy

Dull mind sends misty waves of noise

Shorter and shorter is the thread on the spool of time

I take out a knife to give it to others

Like an echo repeat curses

One of the wingless creatures