The fire, the fear, the charm in your eyes Speech so deep could leave you paralyzed Monstrous hatred, perniciously vile Aberrant tyrant ain’t for bein’ kind So much to kill and so little time
I wonder about the split in your mind The manner of creation begetting your line Marvelous wonder with a deathly smile Aberrant tyrant ain’t for bein’ kind So much to kill and so little time
None who stand before them had a chance Leave before your flesh begins to melt Eyes are everywhere inside your mind Extinction of the lesser kinds
Woe, Great Mother We're all prey In the eyes of the beholder, baby It’s growin’ colder baby, under these raysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
