Don't give up to ill personality of pain True for the hidden face To animal illness lusts Cautiously open depravity's eyes With the numb hands training hunger Give it a real shape Look with god's eyes at it If it's fear - kill with a suicide Strange humble servant Watches through god's eyes Through the pupils' windows into the depth of depravity Mouth is the door Home and grave in each body Tongue is the battering ram of destruction Today be a father Tomorrow the executioner beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
