Текст песни
Relics of the blind, sacrament of the mute
Possession of one’s minds isn’t that hard to execute
A faceless shadow, empty vessel, shaped to fit the absolute
Desecrating every weakness, every taut and every root
I see you like how I look now
Recrafted with a new design
I’ll bow my head for your sweet smile
Self misery grafted into my spine
I see you look how I talk now
No traces left of our past vows
No matter how smart you think you are
My turn to possess you now
Be mine
Be mine
My turn to possess you now
Be mine
Be mine
My turn to possess you now
Hear my incarnation since I long for separation
From one sides torture born from quiet desperation
Call it divination, maker owned by its creation
Not another soul will fall for your manipulation
I see you like how I look now
Recrafted with a new design
I’ll bow my head for your sweet smile
Self misery grafted into my spine
I see you look how I talk now
No traces left of our past vows
No matter how smart you think you are
My turn to possess you now
Be mine
Be mine
My turn to possess you now
Be mine
Be mine
My turn to possess you now
