Esqarial

Esqarial - Killing For Killing Time songtekst

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Come for more you hungry one 

With drooped head you reach for more 

Eagerness to satisfy your primitive senses 

The stream of information turned into sea of madness 

Another turnpike in the no-man's-land 



We're drowning in the absurd 

Trying to count what's simply surd 

With white gloves we touch the dirt 

Pleasant jingling works like lure 



Wipe your screen dripping blood 

To see your turned in grimace face 

Cheap tricks to entertain us 

Fresh meat for brainless masses 

The closer is the precipice the more I quicken my pace 



Neverending 

Message sending 

Without personality 

No chance for self defending 

Canned reality 

Artificial tears 

Vanity and greed 

Make the wish 



I ask you 'where's the limit 

When can I forget about my pride.' 

Let the show begin killing for killing time 

Extorted taste, obedience 

Affected laughter lasts too long 

It's like a snake-charmer that makes us all dance to his song 



Murder in prime time who's gonna resist 

Temptation of being beholder 

Watching through fingers yet public negation 

The weapon is humiliation 

You laugh at one's faults but your screen is the mirror 

Curiosity drives tide of the market 

Creates cast to another performance 

Boredom gives the chance of degeneration
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