Do you feel them coming? The drumbeat of the dead? The lurkers of oblivion? The smiles that you regret?
The fungal infestation? The foul, embalming pus? The horrid, grim corrosion, Of bile, malignant ooze?
But on a mountain you are... So far away… And on this mountain so far… You’ve learned to pray
The bruises of the listener They gather and oppose Towards the molten bore they spread Into the overdose
A psychopathic lunchbox Pandora’s little bitch The precipitate consumption Brought me a barber’s itch
And on this mountain so far… You’ve learned to pray
And all the nightmares I ever had Screaming…raging…disturbing and mad When the sky and the oceans collide I’ll find reason and honestly smile Far too long I have feasted on fear I insist on this sickness my dear!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
