Infected Songtext
von Sarkom

Faceless is the shadow for the eye that sees
Hollow is its fear on the inside
Beholding the key to life and death
Merciless, still trying not to be re-restrained

Raising the symbols towards the sky
The fiction seems more real than life itself


Infected with something I quite cannot understand
My eyes are burning
Feel the pain through compulsions of the past
And you will know that the mirror doesn′t lie

Endless, so cold
Swept through the ashes of fire and blood

Reaching for Hell
In a place, in a dream
So far away

Infected with something I quite cannot understand
My eyes are burning
Feel the pain through compulsions of the past
And you will know that the mirror does not lie