See us stand mesmerised? No! Orange limbs on parade soaked in red light In the court of Cain's disciples backs adorned with golden knives
I see them dancing with the dead, forcing smiles and covering flesh with paint
Yes! They rot! Yes, they are decomposing!
Let the sewers open the gaping mouth of great seduction
Sorry, I ain't that victim! You nameless slaves to hedonism; You're cowering in your dreams as you drown in your own liquids
Feather boas on dressed up snakes piercing hearts with a poisoned stake glitters fly into the nightsky brown noses lined with white narrated by ten thousand lights... and endless shrieks through the night
Toxaemia inbuilt to erroneous bloodlines.
The energies in my mind are frothing chemicals, septic slime! Sketching out amidst the invisible torturers that fly upon the fossilised air constructed in the terminal lairs...
The Sewersaints are preaching virulent destinies in Refuse Cloisters echoing venereal prophecy
Dystopian terrains, masked with decadent sounds lurking in silence are the nanotech feeding grounds!
Sorry, I ain't that victim! You nameless slaves to hedonism; You're cowering in your dreams as you drown in your own liquids
Reports through tormented wires to the terrible squadrons motorized to terminate an expendable mass with no spirit left to fight
Surplus denizens, exceeding capacity spiritless disciples of maniacal machinery
Through our weaknesses the conscience is seared to a world unfolding lunatic nightmaresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.