Текст White Stones – Infected Soul

The mirror reflects
The real face of evil
Addicted to the thumb
Attracting deceitful

Pretending life
As the ones that count you as numbers
Letting us have a touch
Of our miserable destiny

And thus, we purify our souls
And thus, we purify our souls

The dream is about to end
Between the two worlds, I just wander
The new enemy
Is your fix

And thus, we purify our souls
And thus, we purify our souls

Pretending life
As the ones that count you as numbers
Letting us have a touch
Of our miserable destiny

And thus, we purify our souls
And thus, we purify our souls
And thus, we purify our souls
And thus, we purify our souls