Show me your broken soul… Spew out your disease… It’s something that I wanted. It’s something that I need… For love of filth, and soul stoned lust, you can’t let go. You cultivate disease. Well that’s okay, cause’ I’m sick just like you. Sorted thoughts, and memories of lack luster, and empty space between. We’re monsters and we don’t know why…
BUT THAT’S HOW IT GOES, AND SERIOUSLY IT’S LOST ON ME WHY. CASTING A STONE, THE STORY ALWAYS ENDS SO FUCKING BLEAK. You and I… eternally… chained to a lie… told by need. Wanting and needing the selfish feeding, Effortless breathing, constant repeating, Taunting and pleading, the gluttons eating Euphoric seeding, Watching the T.V., Haunting the grieving Sever the wicked hand, spit out the waste! Kill for a crumb and then die from the taste! No more room for piece of shit dead heads… You and I… eternally… chained to a lie… told by need.
A self-fulfilling prophecy that fills the void just long enough to fill the need to be received… When all you needed was your own…
(Solo)
For love of filth, and soul stoned lust, you can’t let go. You cultivate disease. Well that’s okay, cause’ I’m sick just like you. SORTED THOUGHT AND MEMORIES OF LACK LUSTER AND EMPTY SPACE BETWEEN, WE’RE MONSTERS AND WE DON'T KNOW WHY!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
