作曲 : Iacono, Kataklysm It is written in the book of sin, we shall die in vain Sacrificed for not believing, slaughtered in shame We breathe the poison and swallow the lies To destroy the foundations we build I can see what you see, my soul just disagrees I can't feel or be everything you want me to be Dictate you prophecies, I'm no slave to jealousy I will die defending, the air that I breatheDown the path we go, we go, no man's land to follow, follow Feeble man imprisoned by imagery No choice to obey, no choice to slay No choice to fade, no choice to fade away, fade away It is written in the book of sin, we shall die in vain Sacrificed for not believing, slaughtered in shame We breathe the poison and swallow the lies To destroy the foundations we build I can see what you see, my soul just disagrees I can't feel or be everything you want me to be Dictate you prophecies, I'm no slave to jealousy I will die defending, the air that I breatheDown the path we go, we go, no man's land to follow, follow Feeble man imprisoned by imagery Crippled ideology, makes no sense for me Kill yourself for the and paradise you'll see Paradise you'll see
作曲 : Iacono, Kataklysm It is written in the book of sin, we shall die in vain Sacrificed for not believing, slaughtered in shame We breathe the poison and swallow the lies To destroy the foundations we build I can see what you see, my soul just disagrees I can't feel or be everything you want me to be Dictate you prophecies, I'm no slave to jealousy I will die defending, the air that I breatheDown the path we go, we go, no man's land to follow, follow Feeble man imprisoned by imagery No choice to obey, no choice to slay No choice to fade, no choice to fade away, fade away It is written in the book of sin, we shall die in vain Sacrificed for not believing, slaughtered in shame We breathe the poison and swallow the lies To destroy the foundations we build I can see what you see, my soul just disagrees I can't feel or be everything you want me to be Dictate you prophecies, I'm no slave to jealousy I will die defending, the air that I breatheDown the path we go, we go, no man's land to follow, follow Feeble man imprisoned by imagery Crippled ideology, makes no sense for me Kill yourself for the and paradise you'll see Paradise you'll see
