Album Cover The Fatal Instinct of Goran Zlatkovich

The Fatal Instinct of Goran Zlatkovich

Dysphoria

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We live and die alone for the progress

There is no place out for the beast

Stare at world through the eyes of broken hope.

Wretched.

People we bear the same names

Torture their souls and variations of carnival masks

And a whore from a saint

Difference in the lost world of consumption

Because that day by the treat has been broken

No more gods, nor faith, nor god

This is it. Watch it. Hell.

Now you pray for setting free

But I′ll never let you up like the face of humanity

I watch your world apart

Who will disclose you from your dark?

Secure the damps please

We shall prepare this fatted biomass

The atropine wretched before

You take my fucking life and nothing stayed aside

But everything you've done

In depths of pain you drown

Drown.

Taste the stench of life

Easily

Don′t you fucking hear me, Goran?

Surgical intervention

I shall recommend the agony swollen

And you're fucking dead.

So long you've been marking up this earth with filthy stamps

Immaculate - never dying, slowly, directly

THE LAST BREAK DOWN

I deny the human race

You will never walk before a god again

Trapped in cage of word, religion knows

A cancer that devours

Drown

The highest surgery

Abortion of the modern plague

This world is bleeding

Once again

Lagu lain oleh Dysphoria