| Song | Unconscious |
| Artist | Stervhia |
| Album | Non Munter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Resting calmed in leisure? | |
| or your mind's decay | |
| left your thought mundane | |
| and your pressured skull | |
| keeps your brain all strained | |
| and unconscious? | |
| I'll miss all that flavor | |
| my mouth could taste | |
| from your bleeding skin, | |
| when pleasure ate | |
| from your eyes some thick tear | |
| that soaks all my dry throat. | |
| The slayer mind… | |
| a trace from your dark sins | |
| released you in a place you can call | |
| home now. | |
| The salyer mind… | |
| nude wicked truth, | |
| waiting for you, | |
| guiding your step through. | |
| The slayer mind | |
| I took from your dark sins | |
| released you in the hell that pursues | |
| you now. | |
| The slayer mind | |
| I took from your dark sins | |
| released you now in a place I have | |
| found. | |
| Resting calmed in leisure? | |
| or your mind's decay | |
| left your thought mundane | |
| and your pressured skull | |
| keeps your brain all strained | |
| and unconscious? | |
| Stay interred and stunned in your leisure… baby. |
| Resting calmed in leisure? | |
| or your mind' s decay | |
| left your thought mundane | |
| and your pressured skull | |
| keeps your brain all strained | |
| and unconscious? | |
| I' ll miss all that flavor | |
| my mouth could taste | |
| from your bleeding skin, | |
| when pleasure ate | |
| from your eyes some thick tear | |
| that soaks all my dry throat. | |
| The slayer mind | |
| a trace from your dark sins | |
| released you in a place you can call | |
| home now. | |
| The salyer mind | |
| nude wicked truth, | |
| waiting for you, | |
| guiding your step through. | |
| The slayer mind | |
| I took from your dark sins | |
| released you in the hell that pursues | |
| you now. | |
| The slayer mind | |
| I took from your dark sins | |
| released you now in a place I have | |
| found. | |
| Resting calmed in leisure? | |
| or your mind' s decay | |
| left your thought mundane | |
| and your pressured skull | |
| keeps your brain all strained | |
| and unconscious? | |
| Stay interred and stunned in your leisure baby. |
| Resting calmed in leisure? | |
| or your mind' s decay | |
| left your thought mundane | |
| and your pressured skull | |
| keeps your brain all strained | |
| and unconscious? | |
| I' ll miss all that flavor | |
| my mouth could taste | |
| from your bleeding skin, | |
| when pleasure ate | |
| from your eyes some thick tear | |
| that soaks all my dry throat. | |
| The slayer mind | |
| a trace from your dark sins | |
| released you in a place you can call | |
| home now. | |
| The salyer mind | |
| nude wicked truth, | |
| waiting for you, | |
| guiding your step through. | |
| The slayer mind | |
| I took from your dark sins | |
| released you in the hell that pursues | |
| you now. | |
| The slayer mind | |
| I took from your dark sins | |
| released you now in a place I have | |
| found. | |
| Resting calmed in leisure? | |
| or your mind' s decay | |
| left your thought mundane | |
| and your pressured skull | |
| keeps your brain all strained | |
| and unconscious? | |
| Stay interred and stunned in your leisure baby. |