Текст: Ill Nino. Violent Saint.

For now there's no redeeming, Self-conscience all-consuming, All day my rage is burning, These scars I wear I'm bearing. Untie the reasons That keep me restrained. This is the season, The season of hate. So! I fear in no-one, Nothing can touch me. For lack of more frustration Or my reconciliation. I am the only Thing that destroys me. I hold my own convictions, Yo me rompo! Why Am I a victim To myself? When everything burns, My torture lies within. Am I a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life... This presence ruled by anger, My rationale a stranger. I grip my own conclusions, Built up from my delusions. I have encountered, Begin to tremble, Frustration blooming, It rips right through me! I fear in no-one, Nothing can touch me. For lack of more frustration Or my reconciliation. I am the only Thing that destroys me. I hold my own convictions, Yo me rompo! Why Am I a victim To myself? When everything burns, My torture lies within. Am i a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life... Boiling point! Violent saint! Boiling point! Violent fucking saint! Saint! [x14] Why Am I a victim To myself? When everything burns, My torture lies within. Am i a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life... Why Am I a victim To myself? When everything burns, My torture lies within. Am i a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life...