Pain pushes us forward Playing with rotten spunk of faceless bodies as power punishes Fly into these gutters so full of our father's remains I've found a reason to burn this house teeming with my family's sin As worms seep through this land take him and breed him to the spores Wielding blasphemy at my fingertips I masturbate at the pinnacle of another earthly fissureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
