Once the masses accept their role There is no stopping of the only hand Deems itself the might To deviate the thought of its frugal trail
Tight within the palm of its sole hand Might grips the poison To lure the weak from their lair With mindless chants
Discordant volition of vestigial brains Wretched and disordered I feast my eyes With your vain and hopeless flounder My grand ascension was no wonder
Sheperd turns to wolf Decimate your own Man is the only... Man is the only... Deviate your own.
Herded and subdued an unsolved syndrome I feast my eyes with your ragged bow
Sheperd turns to wolf Decimate your own Man is the only... Man is the only... Deviate your own.
This pleasant addiction of mine Went through so many dimensions, Indulged myself with your presence I honour this cancerous land
Herded and subdued an unsolved syndrome I feast my eyes with your ragged...
Take heed to their pitiful ramble A cluster of fools with tongues of sludge Putrid piles of larvae Scavenging on my grandeur
Man is the only... Man is the only... Man is the only one prone to kneelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
