Dirty Coloured Knife - Nail Within, Mille Petrozza, Tomas Lindberg

Comes as a dirty colored knife

Bright in mirrors' gray

One by one, a symbolized blood, reflected pits of pain

With these eyes, mesmerized, by power infection that brutally died

Hours, another dimension of moments

Moments, reflection, the countdown clock is thrown aside

Ever scarred, skinless can bite

Comes from corners, shadows might

Wounds that never heal

Scarred by time a pistols' crime

Declare the things I feel

Bleed, feed, hateful sinful crime

Bleed, feed, mankind

With these, my eyes, I remember years I’ve been told

«ignore, our crimes, trapped skinless and cold»

With these, my rites, I’ll remember years I’ve been told

«ignore, our cries, trapped, skinless and.

trapped, skinless and… cold»

Times of loss ever scarred again reflected pits of pain

Times of loss mixed with fever and dust

In the dawn hour they cry

Ever seen, ugly faces of fear

Ever scared

Times of loss scarred again, reflected pits of pain

With these eyes, mesmerized, by power inflection that brutally died

Hours, another dimension of moments

Moments, reflection, the countdown clock is thrown aside

Ever scarred, skinless can bite