Our world, depleted sphere of waste What will pull the tides? If we harvest the astral delight? Built on a layer of faeces and sand
[Meticulous:] Calculatingly concise, an articulate rupture
[Gelatinous:] Formlessly convulsing without a structure.
[Martyr:] Incongruous waste of unusual words
[Murmurs:] Abominable lexicon of verbal indigestion
[Failing] [Vital] [Signs]
Extrapolation and devastation Perfectly humo-centric tastes Condemnation of our world
Desolate and bleak One last fetid breath [The songs of conspiring] Excluded A phase [Elusive lying beings] Aeolist portentous craze
Signs Signs of the times And resistance Needlessly Paid for our feed Without infinite rotation; Impending solar stagnation.
[Take] [It] [Off]
Where is the life we have lost in the living? Where is the beauty we have consumed in the past? Where is the need in living in what we know? Where is the meaning in only chasing cars?
Philistines
Into The void Cast out, thrown away
Cracking Shipping Instrument of catastrophe
Carbon based anatomies Interstellar based economies
The lack of profoundness in comprehension The suspension digested in us all Life we have lost in living
Grrr We have to break this down Split it down the middle If it won't stop now, pump it good Blegh!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
