I recoil and retch In realization we are the wicked
As the famine are swarming We subject to the glorious orgy of the flesh We gather as rats of intentions impure for a Ritual of drowning in liquid degradation
Eroding sense of purpose as the sickness kicks in The thrill the pain the sense of churning acid deep within We seek to spite luminosity and pretend We're not the damned and scorned from the establishment of Man
The rotten being i manifest from my subconscious Distilled hatred feeds the depression Ever-present grief weighs a thousand curses Tied rotting limbs swiftly dragging you DOWN
The dark urges men and women fail to supress disassociation Physical degradation Grief turning into resentment From the white of the eyes Black tar drippingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
