Tekster:
Neurosis Souls At Zero

. I've slept in the dirt under the light of the moon and I know our souls have perished. Calling to those that would hear but I am deaf. Clawing at those

down Ashamed for feeling Ashamed for thinking No right to my own real Foundation, death in life Murder in the matrix The hole in your soul marks the

strong and Punishment for the feel Only way out or out there But out there is the end Sick, sick They're damned good at it Last straw, no more, fight

The cycles they are clawing Thrive Wander, then starve The cycles they are thawing Dive Wallow, then freeze Silence Ripping up through the cracks The

. I've slept in the dirt under the light of the moon and I know our souls have perished. Calling to those that would hear but I am deaf. Clawing at those