Perturbed - Hacride

Let the amoeba devour you

It’s your requiem

The racked guided spirit by the past

Voodoed by this pity witch freeze my veins

Ridiculousness

This obsession is yours, individual

Invented or hidden, justified or inordinate

Your eyes give away and this secret so well kept

This languidness, suffering from hurt you so much

These perturbed sensations

Macabre mass of my look towards the future

Respect your vision of huminity respect man who regard you

Respect these men who look at you

These memories which spoil life