Obituary

Obituary
Platonic disease

Your grips fallen.
I'm fallen, we've fallen beyond.
Expired, we've acquired platonic disease.

No jury, your cause.
Speak laws afford the bigot.
Back load myself.
Lay down the sentence of never ending said.

Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.

No jury. The pain.
The chance wronged release pain.
The stakes torn, lives cross.
Deep waters, willing loss.

Download main site.
Lay down victims right.
The fuels burnt, worlds part.
Seems like a never ending vicious cycle of death, of death.

Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.

Now see, world dies.
Strips down the face of disguise.
No rules, my way.
My way of things to say.

Your pore boils, burnt sore.
Lift off the face of wood.

Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease

Tina

Submitted by Tina at Sun 01 Aug, 2010 9:27 pm

Author: Obituary
Composer: ?
Publisher: The All Blacks B.V.
Published in: 1997
Language: English
Available on: Back from the Dead (1997)

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