AM I A MAN OR A MEDIUM?

I am mice

Yes we are

Media

I’m in half

Butchered

Pitilessly

Means to an end

Don’t you make no amends

Ships sink

Full of friends

Frenzy’s freak

Machiavelli does not justify my existence

Tense existence

Past tense

Present perfect

Future inexistent

Destined to doom

I’m centered in the edges and thresholds of the world

Where there is this eye that beholds

The eye of the hurricane

Storming sorrow towards my vanquished soul

sugestão de gênero para a composição: Death Metal

composta ouvindo "Of Darkness..." (1991), Therion (SUE).