The Modern Age Slavery - Red Lines Of Obsessions Lyrics

Red lines of obsession and non sense
A fake strength that controls your touch
Red lines as the shape of a sharp will that cuts what you are willing to lose
Dragging the weight of your soul to the abyss
Losing that sense of control as an unaware victim
What are you willing to lose?
What are you willing to lose?
That's your free heart
Life death contours of other ones' distress
A fake strength that controls your touch
Victim of nothingness.
The price to pay for a sharp will
The price to pay for an obsession
Gather what you spread.
Burned ground on your side.