Eight hour shift - like every day I go home - they think I care family that I don't know - relatives to whome I don't relate
In my mind it dwells, it speaks it hides, lurking unperceived in my mind it dissipates while this mind fissions and breaks
Absurd hunger for human flesh dwells within us all oppressed by my daily routines waiting for the fall of the oppressor the civil "me"
Sleeping after a hard day's night - awoken by my family his John Smith they bother - but millenia old beast in me hacking at their screaming bodies i'm my beast no longer me unnamed ones under my knife their grievous yell I cannot hear
My mind has given me amnesty I can't recall my brutal acts creatures longing for blood and sex hate and life, love and death transfiguration...
When mind turns to negative We kill off our relatives by this time we are blind unnamed ones under our knives
Wanting is the point of life like moths near flames we live our livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
