Red Lines of Obsessions - The Modern Age Slavery

Red lines of obsession and non sense

A fake strength that controls your touch

Red lines as the shape of a sharp will that cuts what you are willing to lose

Dragging the weight of your soul to the abyss

Losing that sense of control as an unaware victim

What are you willing to lose?

What are you willing to lose?

That’s your free heart

Life death contours of other ones' distress

A fake strength that controls your touch

Victim of nothingness

The price to pay for a sharp will

The price to pay for an obsession

Gather what you spread

Burned ground on your side