Every day that the summer comes It's hunting season I know that the vehicles come to me The hills are the pathways of death The hills are my dinner The human spitefulness Devoured our faces We are living covered A lot of time Disfigured and malformed Behind the mountains Addicted to yours stripped hearts And drink yours spinal fluids I have to kill them For eat their flesh I have to open their heads For suck their brain Their lunges and their inner flesh Are the most tender It's delicious for cooking I'm a disfigured cannibal behind the hills Venturing into an obscene actTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
