Whipering - from a part inside Of you laughing in a dream Which may be true Plants - of - the - bizarre You feel a act of misery Those gluttonous Creatures Are tasting lovely meat This kind of evil was born By sins - sins You're damned To suffering In a world of Horrible illusions Disfigure me condemned To pray That what I see is The expulsion of my soul My flesh is burning still My tears are falling hard The tomb of love is Psycho terror My life is just a Crippled error So stand up and touch My greens My power will destroy Your last human signs Plants of the bizarre Gastric juice comes out Of you You screaming Loud I am laughing still Oh, father see these doors Are closed for me I can't escape what shall I do My loniest wish Is to escape This place is hot And I shall burn The - plants - of - the - bizarreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
