Seeding obeisance, puritan monocrop Sucking all passions They spit with distaste Like vultures Picking the bones of dreams Better to burn the fields Than suffer a lamb to stray
A sneer proud and teeth-bared Sardonic eyes that scowl A spear ripping your entire fabric Hedonic enthroned by obscenity
I am the lord of all vices I am enflame of passions I negate your equation I deny
Jackal judges circling aberrance Salivating For cold beating in backrooms Clutch of rust and armour of paper Better to burn the garden Than suffer a weed to bloomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
