He has a heart of charcoal His veins seems filled with oil A bastard son of man The result of darkest toil A storm is dawning on us Changing the world we know A tidal wave of horror Darkness surmounting all we know
A twisted physician With needles of rust A burning desire To misuse our trust Scratching the surface Ripping the crust Inflicting a pain Close to lust
Blind to the signs appearing Believing all you hear Nothing to call in question Nothing that you revere Trust the physicians calling He dreams to have you near Inject the darkness in you To have you bound by fear
A twisted physician With needles of rust A burning desire To misuse our trust Scratching the surface Ripping the crust Inflicting a pain Close to lust
We inject the darkness in us We dream our darkest dreams Become our own physicians With rusted needles we devolve
A twisted physician With needles of rust A burning desire To misuse our trust Scratching the surface Ripping the crust Inflicting a pain Close to lust With needles of rustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
