In plutonium pit of wretched subhumans And here, the "golden child", of pus and gout The aristocrat of rats Your radiation moon won't affect These tides of doubt
Of horror and of suffering Of nothing and "everything" Reach out shrivelled hands Peeling and burned
Molecular deconstruction Phoebus' own radiation Like Jason and his Argonauts Questing for the shit stained fleece
Yeah, I'm still reaching forward Yet looking ever "poisoned" back Is it you who led me here? Le rat de gouttiere parisien!!
La rue de martyr est devenue Un phare dans la nuit And the fires - they smelled like shit, And hopes cuisses de grenouilles pourries
Spilling into the filthy gutter Dans la rue des souvenirs fanes
As Job cursed not God but birth The demon core Spewing shit and ghosts The criticality broke!!! La rue des martyrs ruine les urs et les espoirsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
