A filthy steam of throbbing flesh Generated through ages of time and dust Supposed to be the last mass All wrapped up in malicious human lust
A god-denying, self-imposed tale Macabre, yet intriguing fascinating A world high on stale Why are we all hibernating ?
A breath-taking experience for any and all Gut wrenching pleasure Bravest are the ones who still stand tall By all means, use it as a measure
Our days are numbered - all the way down Catle and men - all going to end Spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten
White noise, it is all tormenting our souls A kin so near, still so far away It cuts through even our bowls Can anyone lead the goddamn way ?
A shower of blood, a sink full of waste An idiot with an icon, a moron short of words Is that what you call good taste ? Where is the mouth full of worms ?
Our days are numbered - all the way down Catle and men all going to end spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten Let's pray it's going to be quickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
