Zygnema - Shell Broken Hell Loose

Shell Broken Hell Loose

Follow his vice, unruly bastard.
No direction, blinded device.
Spoken words – unbelieved.
Your pride is sick

It's a murder – my thoughts diseased.
My defiance has been ignored.
Deceiving a wise corrupt.
My sweat will fucking yield.

I don't need no friends to make my cure.
Yeah, through shaken hands.
tears will flood your house, your veins;
Your town has broken down.
It never ends. It'll never end

You are the heart of religious malice.
Strengthened fraud on weakened cry.
Mastered a fake demise.
I'm alive.

You weren't a god. A glaring error.
My defiance has been ignored.
I won't rest. You glory-hole bitch.
Your pride is fucking sick
I don't need no friends to make my cure.
Yeah, through shaken hands.


Scriptures that breed you peace.
An evil clan conspires.
It never ends. It'll never end.

All my days are over.
To know I've been living a lie
Silence – proclaimed.
Abrasive aggression.
I'm qualified to explode.
I've been made, never again.

Broken down. The shell has
I'll tackle you with an iron fist
I am certain.
You're bold. But I'll crush you.
Shell broken, hell loose.

You can't bring me down.
I'm already lost.
Out of my own bounds.
Broken days inside.
All this never ends.
Never ending pain.
I still contemplate
If you're worth the fight.