done, nothing is said We are meant to be wasted... All is withering and dying, we are so futile and so blind Contempt is flowing in my veins, can't you
Contempt [Music & lyrics : Abate, Blachier, Canavaggia, Cozzi, Lavail] I have no sympathy for humanity I dream of my end.................In this world
Übersetzung: Ihre Shapeless Schönheit. Verachtung.
