A dying play and silence weigh on the city of Ur It tears his soul, the glass is whole, fragments of her The blue bus still calls us, destination our funeral pyre The pious men await, while innocents are raped with napalm fire
Fragments and pieces…
The Persian woman was strong in faith, she wasn't chosen but pleased him well The dogs shall not eat from the table! Suffer them all, they'll scream out for more, sadomasochistic conviction inflicted The orgasm, the baptism in iron
A dying play and silence weigh as the desert's set ablaze He seeks to find a haven to hide, there are no accidents The blue bus digests us, desintegrate into flesh and pus The pious men enjoy the game, blessing all the innocentsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
