Letra da Música Flask Of Cadmium de Sky Hell

Empty thought, illusion rains
Theater of masks, darkness of the cliff
Pains of the addiction, television drawings
They discard the satires, they impede our benefit
In the middle of everything, we are still different
We made up the face, we dressed our shells
On top of the wall, we were born as seeds
In the bottom of the well, we still have our faces

Shines green incandescent, deceive with your mind
Prison prison

Links and rings forever
Padlocks and cells in our mind
Weeds crazily
Fluorescent comas of leaves
It is like this that we are, as bread molds
We ate the crumbs, of our enemies
Then we go, with a scissors in the hand
To cut them covers, that it hides our eyes

Shines green incandescent, deceive with your mind
Prison prison