Bring me the crown of kings in rust / Their inert pallid confidence Woeful daydreams, a callous gust / Of truth sealed behind a bone-made fence
Bring me the mace of kings asleep / And a godlike hubris of your creation It's limbs and heart, brought doen to weep / To fall under your indoctrination
Get me the rot of erstwhile kings / The chastened frame of vainglory Where rebuilt life of no sense sinks / In a fen of sham, too late to feel sorry..
Get me the stillness of warped maze / Of lame genes, of matrix wrecked Defiled by our deamons, to bedaze / Crowd so insane and undwrecked
I've been trying hard / To find a simple clue To tell advice from heart / A perfect noose for me and you
The time of swine divine is up / While flags of quoetus are rising Man the freak, or man the grub? / Has devoured the age-old horizontTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.