Open your eyes Watch before you Speak nothing Sift through her flesh and hack up her star "She's nothing to me now... why am I waiting?" Where do they eat? From the trough marked by the painted stones Who are they? Keepers of our own deities Snowstorms cloak their ways Here they land; space rays of death cleanse Earth Here they feed; bellies full of acids This is our trip into the future, too dead to carry on Step down from the tower so new grains can be openedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
