Stench pleases your nostrils; you drool over it, true! Your fattened belly bursting in orange vomit Earth will spit what you fed it, force-fed from your shit You know the truth, that scum is yours, there's no issue
Take off your masks, your dark figure, embrace your filth The truth you despise, know so well, behind the trees The fountain of Aldermac permeates, foresees Let its poison fill you, let its truth serum act
Utopia's pillars weakened by witting blindness Lethargic prayers at the edge of the abyss Will take you a step ahead, whisper you the knell Know your bloat won't break the descent, see you in hell!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
