Infected Dreams Lyrics

Death, imperfection, vomit

I puke when life's near death and in death, there's no
salvation
If I realize the imperfection
And vomit
Is speaking in my name

Three certainties: death, imperfection, vomit
Forever in need
Of something
Not present in this world

You were all my infected dreams

Living, confronting, fighting,
Facing pain every day: I asked me why?
For long time I fed an illusion
Yesterday, the conclusion

A kiss with love's taste
A kiss with bloody taste

Don't you know you have the fault
For my own decay?

A kiss with honey's taste
A kiss with vomit taste

I walk in the beaten deadline
To insanity

Open hunt † Open cunt

Erasing a superficial past
Could be easier
But you arrived to resurrection
And you don't care my limbo

Searching a big never-ending sleep
Too similar to death
With this empty device
It could be easier
But the damnation of the awakening will remain

Open hunt - open cunt - open grave
You have the gift of coldness
I'm condemned to wait for centuries
To realize, to be honest with me
To be ready to fuck and kill... you!

I puke when life's near death and in death there's no
salvation
If I realize the imperfection
And vomit
Is speaking in my name

Three certainties: death, imperfection, vomit

...infected dreams