Era Aggression — Darzamat

This anger which direct a fist to somebody's face This fire which changes the matter into dust This hate which is poison of the blood This madness which controls the mind

I take out a knife to give it to others

I swim into rusted irony I wear the coat of hypocrisy Dull mind sends misty waves of noise Shorter and shorter is the thread on the spool of time

I take out a knife to give it to others Like an echo repeat curses One of the wingless creatures