You'll fight and fuck To get what you want You'll fist it in the ass To pull a child from its cunt Eat nothing but rice And witch's blood End each night with sacrifice Til demons come
They live in the trees Those rotting roots Ulcers of the innocent Crushed into crude Figments of humankind Humbled and spent Burn poppy fields in Shan Just like the government
You're on the altar And heaven cannot wait Still alive with blood to give Through slatted metal grates Your blood is the energy That fuels infernal flames Combustion for the engines that Lay waste upon the planes
Some forgot what happened Last Sunday in Syriam Two dogs came to lick my legs And I blessed both of them We'll hide the body Of an ancient Spanish monk Inside this concrete slab Beneath the Banga trunk
They live in the trees Those rotting roots Ulcers of the innocent Crushed into crude Figments of humankind Humbled and spent Burn poppy fields in Shan Just like the government
You're on the altar And heaven cannot wait Still alive with blood to give Through slatted metal grates Your blood is the energy That fuels infernal flames Combustion for the engines that Lay waste upon the planesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
