Torn Souls letra

Battle turmoil of false promises tear the horizon
with derisive look it's the crowd of poor hunting each other their souls are shredded conscience torn apart it's the mental war without any rules
Rattish bastards in frantic race torn souls without impulse only desires to have to can to be

Mess Age - Letras

• Almost Dead
• Among The Empty Walls
• Another Step Into...
• Beg For Mercy
• Bitterness
• Blackness
• C.O.L.D.
• Deviations
• Devoured With Famished Eyes
• Downfall
• Drowsy Arena
• Electrocuted Beings
• Everyday Paranoia
• Fulfiled With Nothing
• Generation Of Unfleshed
• Hatred
• Illusion?
• Incomprehensible
• Individual Daemon
• Infected By Deflections
• Kill The Falsehood
• Leash
• Lost
• Opium For Masses
• Perfect World
• Perfect World part II
• Resurrection
• Sacrifice
• Shame
• Sweet Frustration
• The Alchemist
• The Dusk
• the EXIsTence DOOR
• The Scarlet Rings
• Third Millenium
• Tied
• Torn Souls
• Transfixed
• Unreal
• Unspoken/Undone/Unfulfilled
• Waiting For Miracle