Cadaveres - Ignominy


I show my cell to you friend
I show the cell form of captivity
Come down and see my torture
This place is filled with depravity

Suicide...
Genocide...
Homicide...
The words of wicked

Your eyes
Your lies
Your dirty tools of hatred


My fear, my choice
Stop fucking with me in my own hell
My crimes, my past

They belong to me in my own cell
I show the dirt of prison
I show the other part of life
Look at my handcuff’s in there

I wear the ropes of afterlife
Infanticide...
Regicide...
Matricide...
The words of wicked

Your eyes
Your lies
Your dirty tools of hatred

I know what you want from me
I expiate when i want to
Don’t try to break my chains down

My atonement is my salavation
Ignominy...

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