Holy from A Hell by Barion

I saw you
Here before last
Sunday breaking bricks
Wearing crucifix.

Eyes sky-blue
merely for class
Leeway to move up
Drinking from gold cup.

Fight for the sky

Your gut cells are cut by light
Not just self harm but nice fight
Weep for litle on bare knees.
Keep your lies to yourself, please.

Say how to
Lacerate you
Give you all the pain
Shaping you as saint

Way into
Something great, new
I don't envy those
Who have many holes

Fight for the sky

Your gut cells are cut by light
Not just self harm but nice fight
Weep for litle on bare knees.
Keep your lies to yourself, please.

• Electronic
• progressive punk
• punk
• Pavlodar