Pseudo call lyrics

Look at the morning sun

A thirteenth month was born

Who wants to play this game?

Answer your mission

Reflection of your mind

Leads me to my grave

Could a existence be born

Which made dreams to mystic lies

You're buried in a cage of reality

To sell your soul for a trip

To yourself

To live in a world of

Forbidden doors

Run away, leave your camp

Love and hate melt fast together

Leave a body of fear

Brain work to forget

Your existence!

Meet the hangman, at the backdoor

Of your lost paradise!

Create your harmony

In shadow of the lie

Be a part of the forgotten

Kingdom

• Artist:Incubator
• Album:Symphonies of Spiritual Cannibalism