Palm Leaves Readers

We are the parasites, there's no cure to dying for

All that we own is pure illusion

Emptiness in destinies is easy to expect

I, disease. World ain't fuckin' mine

Lost the dimension feeling damnation

We are the plague

We, disease, we cannot be someone

Doomed

We are pawns of the greatest infection hang upon a forgotten path

There's no more voice, just screams, just notes decayed

We are trapped, the world chain and doom

We are pawns of the greatest infection, we are Decay

We are drowning in a sea of informations, just breath of a fallen

I die in Void

Cannot be someone; some bubbles in the sea 'cause no breath has remained

We are trapped