Taste of Separation Lyrics

...no sense in all calls
For peace and destination
Unreal is the world
A blood and fear reservation
There's no sense in the dreams
Of s** and domination
The blood on your lips
Feel the taste of separation
I get lost in the foreign lands
Deep in the dark my spirit flies
I used to sleep with open eyes
And merge with dead creation
Brutal walls of self defense
I climb to die in open ice
In open waters clever hands
In mouth of leaden sky
In the taste of separation
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is there a place where no one will hate 'ya
D'you think your death is part of your nature
get in the place wher no one will hate 'ya
Don think your death is part of your nature
...ain't part of your nature...