Wake up the Possessor - Waste of Space Orchestra

Rewriting predictions

I’ll fall into a diseased mind

Gone

Unsacred bond forms

For the sake of being scarred

For the sake of being scarred

For the sake of being scarred

For the sake of being scarred

For the sake of being scarred

For the sake of being scarred

For the sake of being scarred

Walls full of lifeless faces

Inhaling blank air

Wake up the possessor

«I am the filth you spit

The wounds you cause»

La tua anima

La tua anima

La tua anima

La tua anima

La tua anima

Swell inward

Rot outward

Eye of my mania

Nacido!

Nacido!

Nacido!

Nacido!

Nacido!

Nacido!