Secondary Songtext
von Grace Disgraced

Space to breathe the fresh air – no more human beings
Territory means power – take it.
Struggle begins when there are more than one –
The world is too small,
While we are fighting for better somehow-
Times come and go, lives come and go, stories forlorn

Philosophy of destruction - succession at the same time
Derivative of tens order – fanciful reflection.

Nobody dares…
Under the influence.
Nobody cares…
While opposition inspires – Decomposition prevails

It's easy for me to imagine the realm of the dead around,
Decaying zombies with passion in eyes to chew what they've found
So dumb in their crazy undying ambitions they hesitate –
When they are given a chance not to ruin, but to create.

Power of the convictions read again and torn
Don't consume my brains now – Get thee gone!


Thought, born in the subconsciousness depths
Is secondary – just like polyethylene body bags.

It doesn't cost my blood drop – as long as I'm there,
– hiding in the shell
If you don't want to get wet –
Don't walk when it rains
But a prompt drop will trickle and get
Right to your neck, right to your brain, causing no pain

Lie is not more a lie
When spoken hundred times.

A game without players and players without a game
A height without the heaven and puddles without a rain
Every hour of the eternity – all the same
Images alternating – mirages to gain.

I want my voice to be heard – No matter what I speak
Efforts to kill the emptiness inside.
As far as I believe I am not blind.
Afraid to recognize the greatest fear.
If it is not here – it is near.