Genre: Technical/ Progressive Death Metal

[2008 Remastered/ Century Media]

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

Songwriters
Charles Schuldiner

Published by
MUTILATION MUSIC

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