Mandragora

NO ONE HERE GETS OUT ALIVE

Ask yourself is it worth it?
To trade faith for your life
No matter what’s your belief,
No one here, gets out alive

And well, you’ll see, eternity
Limitless and devoid of lies
Imprisoned in your body
it will stare into your eyes

starving mouths are always fed with what’ s left behind
battered souls are so impressed with turning water into wine
Promising words of sacred place
Narrow down the choice to tempted or dead

Bowing to the dogstar
Only the truth will set you free
instead of healing my soul
you’re just another leech that’s bleeding me off

my belief – of sacred purity
misled and infested with lies
No matter what you’ve been told
No one here, gets out alive

Starving mouths are always fed with what’s left behind
Battered souls are so impressed by turning water into wine



Misgiving visions will shapeshift your face
Muddy waters will be your graves
false promises of secret place
you will follow your path, till your faith is dead

Bridge

Vultures are always fed with what’s left behind
Corpses are not impressed by turning water into wine
Hope of immaculate abused and pushed aside
Stray souls are drowned and swept by fierce toxic tide

Misgiving visions will shapeshift your face
Twisted values will be your graves
false promises of sacred place
you will follow your path, till you’re fucking dead