| Neurotic games are running through the brain | |
| as the paradise was born | |
| an act of desolation - there was no time to warn | |
| the price of death - fixed by initiation | |
| what pleasures of a sin | |
| the walls fall down among possession | |
| a game you cannot win | |
| Minutes of pain they will demand you | |
| this is the baptised bless | |
| to pay the bill to be free | |
| to sign the contract of your death | |
| Join the quest of life and death | |
| feel the cold take your last breath | |
| sell it - to be free | |
| a part of your insanity | |
| Sold baptism | |
| Sold baptism | |
| Conception of a dead to sell | |
| to buy a life without a hell | |
| a feeling deep in the remains | |
| is growing to cut you insane | |
| you can't control reality | |
| life turns into insanity | |
| the game of life is what you bless | |
| to buy a better life of death | |
| Neurotic games are running through the brain | |
| as the paradise was born | |
| an act of desolation - there was no time to warn | |
| the price of death - fixed by initiation | |
| what pleasures of a sin | |
| the walls fall down among possession | |
| a game you cannot win | |
| Minutes of pain they will demand you | |
| this is the baptised bless | |
| to pay the bill to be free | |
| to sign the contract of your death |