Tekstovi: Luti-Kriss. Human Face, Divine.

It is all done wrong, or so it appears.
It is all done right.
Eternal eyes.
I am pressing on no matter how it looks.
It is all planned out.
Understatement.
Lay your hands on your mouth.
Negativity.
I don't want to hear it.
Your cursed tongue.
This is greater than you.
This is greater than me.
Flawless.
Increase time and it will all fall into place.
I don't care about surroundings.
I don't care about wicked words.

I don't care about surroundings.
I don't care about desire.
I don't care because it is a waste of my time.
Don't sell out.
It all comes to these words a batte field inside my mind.
Shall i take her or leave her.
I will site my sites north.
I will not feed it doubt.
I will not be cursed by doubt or a concubine wife.