Stroll Songtext
von Sociasylum

Beauty of the scenery
Eager to retrieve a bit
From these prosperous
Grounds of attraction


Result of his stroll is to gain
Displayed magnificence
And hide
To the shadows eternal cover
To dismantle existing
Omnious entities are gathering
Speculating, imitating

Until it withers away
Until there is no more
Until it withers away
Until there is no more

Scarce are the words spoken

Beauty of the scenery
Eager to retrieve a bit
Endless reoccurrence of violation
All that is left is scarred