Death Ss - Auto Sacramental lyrics

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In a tree the branches gows

Thank to the light of the sky

And at the same time,

The roots grows

Thanks to the darkness of the ground

But in the centre of the ground

There is the fruit...

The panic theatre is like a tree

Who grows in the darkness

To meet the bright fruit

The panic theatre has no limits...

The panic theatre is the limit of the limits