Out Of Touch [Individual Thought Patterns 1993] (исполнитель: Death)

Trapped in a lost world of [bad word] So weak are the ones that must rely on shock
To push this so called force that inspires their call 

To be extreme so it seems is a mental [bad word] To cover up for those that [bad word] out of touch 

Say what you want, I know the [bad word] when [bad word] to your kind 

In time we'll see who lasts
In time you will disappear
Who are you to question my sincerity
For now you are high on yourself
Drowning in your dreams of misguided hope 

To be extreme so it seems is a mental [bad word] To cover up for those that [bad word] out of touch
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