Morbid consumption swallowed Vomit regurgitation repulsed Splattered across the floor Rotting in sunlight Spawning wriggling larvae Swept into the drain
Praise the lord's most twisted joke We provide the pain he feeds on
I stare into you milky eyes A window to the soul With curtains closed And nailed shut Crown of all creation Now defunct, sullen Crown of all creation Drowning in infirmity
Life is luxury Sacred father merchant Charging the price For the poor
What He grands He can take We are condemned To His joy We shall praise Our own hell Straw is pulled Fuck you, God !Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
