Ill Designs

(альбом: Omens - 2022)

Now that you can't come back
To face your own reflection
Constructing your collapse
Designing your destruction

With ill designs burned in your eyes
Hide in the shadow of your lies, antagonize
Virtue displaced, a pure disgrace
No dignity, a barren waste, still on the take
Who will you be today?

Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror

Loss of reality
Obsessing over control
And with a crooked mentality
Watch it all implode and fall away

A tragedy your sick intentions on display a strategy
And in the end you can't pretend
It's not the spoils of your intent, malevolence

Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror

Every back you stabbed, and every disrespect
Turns back on you, cause and effect
Strings you pulled and decks you stacked
A falling house of cards, a pathetic wreck

Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror