Tort - Empyrios

Crawling on, disease prays for

An ordinary unmindful, to the next sleep

Sliding down the brightness of the pretense world

My cleverness never been so ill

Now counting the seconds to the next sleep

And crawling on, disease prays for

I won’t deny all my faults

Can feel all my tort

Everything bright, confused and

Spread the falling rain

Searching for, lucidity calls

Moments of light I need, until the next sleep

Striking down the crawling of the people’s sins

My emptiness never been so full

Now counting the seconds to the next sleep

And falling on my deepest fear

I won’t be ready, for this claim

Can feel all my tort

Everything bright, confused and

Spread the falling rain

Striking down the crawling of the people’s sins

My cleverness never been so ill

Striking down the crawling of the people’s sins

I won’t deny all of my faults

Can feel all my tort

Everything bright, confused and

Spread the falling rain

Can feel all my tort

Everything bright, confused and

Spread the falling rain