Laying there in the room of life Between the darkest walls Paralyzed bodies, no memories Never ending fall
They are waiting for their time For the painful cut of knife Living corpses with human souls Pay by organs for your life
Created for substitution of life Human beings with fake blood And pig brains, empty minds Sentenced to slowly decompose and die Nobody hears their despair and cry
Without entrails, without eyes But the heart is still beating Every nerve feels the pain And open veins bleeding
Dismembered while fully conscious For comfort health of others Tortured bodies – organ donors Undead corpses without mothers
Created for substitution of life Human beings with fake blood And pig brains, empty minds Sentenced to slowly decompose and die Nobody hears their despair and cry
Undead corpses, born for death Undead corpses, catching breath
Clinical life, destiny without future Clinical life, your salvation is their torture
Created for substitution of life Human beings with fake blood And pig brains, empty minds Sentenced to slowly decompose and die Nobody hears their despair and cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
