Waste, I waste away as I cower in fear of this place it's so dark and filled with venomous snakes The madness is sprawling, it's breeding like rats and the sewers are crawling This cancer is growing, the parasite breeds and infects as it feeds Minds are devoured and filled with infections intent Conditioned to hatred, programmed to destroy with no regrets Swallowed in flames, the burning of Rome a willful disgrace Brandish the blade, cut off the nose to spite the face Rot, I rot away as I wait for the cure all is lost This cancer eats itself, these cannibals feed without logic or thought Mindless and foul, like zombies and pigs the loathsome disgrace A squabble for scraps, the feeble, the witless the weak-minded rats The day will come as they tap the last drop from the vein That day has come we just watch as they burn what remains The pillars of strength crumble and wither away corruption and lechery plague of the mind fester and decay The chaos is spreading, hypocrisy feeds on the hate We should wallow in shame, our silence alone has resulted in flames Slime, the slime it stinks up the streets with its putrid ideals Nefarious failures, imposing their will The day will come as they tap the last drop from the vein That day has come we just watch as they burn what remains The leeches are squirming, lusting for blood of the weak The locusts are swarming, devouring languorous meat The leeches are squirming, lusting for blood of the weak The locusts are swarming, devouring languorous meat We just watch as they burn what remains Fear is the real disease. motive the poisonous feed. We gag on polluted beliefs This day Waste, I waste away as I cower in fear of this place it's so dark and filled with venomous snakes The madness is sprawling, it's breeding like rats and the sewers are crawling This cancer is growing, the parasite breeds and infects as it feeds Minds are devoured and filled with infections intent Conditioned to hatred, programmed to destroy with no regrets Swallowed in flames, the burning of Rome a willful disgrace Brandish the blade, cut off the nose to spite the face The day will come as they tap the last drop from the vein That day has come we just watch as they burn what remains The day will come as they tap the last drop from the vein That day has come we just watch as they burn what remains The leeches are squirming. . . The locusts are swarming. . .Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
