Technochrist - Saints of Eden

Distort life senses. Mistaught, relentless. What for, it's a weakness. Surrender to everything they teach us. Do you ever get the feeling that you've been here

Strange times lie behind me. A sunset broken by the wind. Dust clouds gather those memories. Rise to another height and scatter like flies. So as we kill oursel

The first thing I felt was incredible feeling. Next Thing I know is that I'm waking up screaming. A figure there standing at the bottom of the bed. Leaning over