Gather around, not for the breaking of bread. but of hearts and bones to be eaten, essence absorbed then expelled as other.
So as it was shit, shall it be dung.
Bring confidence back to my dreams, joyfullness of abundance overflowing now but a myth.
Bring confidence back to my dream, wisdom of time, must our minds age as poorly as these bodies?
Broken, beaten, and bruised. Pulled apart. Mulled and meditated over. Fetished relic of some hung, defeated man.
So let's hear the cheers, for the death of the future and the razing of flesh.
Worms! Deep in the heart of the beast: Come! Sit at my left hand and feast!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
