To cleanse these halls of death Pushing around the blood Soaked with bleach and misery The stench clings to me
Halls drenched in agony Religious vultures Picking at the bones Vomit the final lies
In rooms so dismal Filled with shallow breath Suffering so slowly Clinging on with fear
Eyes without moisture So confused and alone A labyrinth for the old Screams fill those corridors
Terrified, humiliated, dying alone Helpless, ignored, already a corpse No angels hear your cries No god to sooth your pain
Cold hands grow pale in the death house Skin stretched tight over bones Are you praying to god yet? As they defecate on your soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
