The lids will be torn from your eyes, as you're forced to see the future of this god-awful place, reclaim as primordial ooze of the earth
In filth they're stained, diseased in totality, recall the spark that lights your mind in time
In filth they're stained, diseased in totality
The lungs will be torn from your chest, as your forced to breathe the future of this polluted space, reclaim as primordial ooze of the earth
Force feed, them the will of your own ideology, impart them with your mind and in turn… they'll see it's right between their eyes
Force fed this will from the predecessors, in turn they will march you to your grave and shoot you
Force fed this will from your predecessors in turn… they will march over your corpse as you stray from them
What correlates, is not easy to causate, what was built from past, does not equal the present
Idiots portrayed as kings, amassing power from these weaklings, the will and their urge indifferential, impale this sword through their master's chest
Pure filth and disgorged flesh, they open up their skull and reveal their weakness, in faith
It's simple, just stop this procreating, for the love of the human raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
