Born of craving for noise The flames of distrust have been fueled The zeros and ones implant the parasite a slave to the gift of sight in this static cesspool
With a shower of sparks and the press of a switch Magnetic agendas, brain set to standby to sides of the coin are now one in the same drawn to charisma and fame but why? Fear displayed in incubating hell-shrines as seen by the half eclipsed eye
Reptillian tongues will not be obscured deceptive breath which I carve straight through the chalices spill forth the poisoned lifeblood flagellate and masturbate your drones into the mud
Static; dogmatic bring the fucking guns
The men of straw are now in line, just make your choice falsify and crucify the sober voice in the wake of massacre, come face to face this mascarade will help us kill off the human raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.