Cut, impaled Malformed I want to see them Everyone find the beauty of life In the destruction of themselves Everyone want to paint the skies With their own blood For all the food is the flesh Heads spinning Brains in putrid flows Women screaming (x2) Would they go to Hell? Now they are in Hades Making the dirty work For their creator Because their miserable Lifes only serve To rip off their skin and prepare it In the infernal oven For their creator Everything (x4) Cut, impaled Malformed I want to see themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
