.XXVII. by Contra todos mis miedos

The Reject.

by Contra todos mis miedos· from .XXVII.

There´s no way to stop all the shit we´re creating we are bleeding again this room is getting sick listen to this chords they´re like knifes entering through your throat look how all your pilars are cracking down your foundations are collapsing do you see out there? crowded with zombies wishing they´re lives back and im still waiting to live again all the tears are drowning us in each one of our holes your values are shit i refuse/fuck your way to see the world i refuse/fuck your degeneration i refuse/fuck your way of acting like a pig i reject your world.