Assume, move and appear like silver through rituals of sordid gesture The godflesh of repetition unfolds Hide, silence and fear Spasms Currents of nothing Feel nothing Poison everything The lashes rip through eons of doctrine Become contamination
The scales, lamp and knife of the revolution called freedom have died Flies on the wisdom, flies on the soil we call blood, day of the vulture
Day of the vulture... day of the vulture... day of the vulture...
Rearrange, extract and modify Exorkizein Lamenting the flesh, it loathes you Salutations o' ass of the world
There is no will but the greed that feeds you There is no will but the greed that feeds youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
