“It” has lost the shape of a man. Pitiful existence.
So, where does it wander without purpose.
Naked, primal instincts keeps eating others’ lives,
While trampling fragments of the pride it once had.
Lonely… lonely… I’ve been lookin' for your lonely soul
Holy… holy… I wanna see you in a holy death
The circulation of your cruel fate,
This is the time I will come to a sever it
So, where does it wander without purpose.
Naked, primal instincts keeps eating others’ lives,
While trampling fragments of the pride it once had.
Lonely… lonely… I’ve been lookin' for your lonely soul
Holy… holy… I wanna see you in a holy death
The circulation of your cruel fate,
This is the time I will come to a sever it