A Self Claimed Regress

A new faith In a lower mind A drown veil over all seeing eyes And you hide, you hope For an endless despair A paradise for fools It's our vision of wrath And we need some seeds to survive Cause there's no futur for the century She was old, and we were young She was old, and we were young Old gold handshakes blow up in vile word flow Old gold handshakes blow up in vile word flow Old gold handshakes blow up in vile word flow