Conception is a crime The guilt and sentence lie In crematorium flame
m tyrannical, on the rhythm I'm mechanical natural antidote sanicle, hydro-botanical I spin records like dreidels in tornados so play those on turntables the crematorium
flesh Hear the screams of pain Vomit as you start to die Choking on the bile Corpses hooked and dragged away Thrown into the pile Roasting in the crematorium
Boiling blood Feverish heat Deserts marching Animals drop dead Death by millions Sea levels rise Coastal cities Cease to exist
번역: 스탠리, 폴. 화장장.
rapes you Dead on the fucking table And pieces scattered, once whole Begin to dissolve and mold The blood has been drained, the body disposed into the crematorium
With a pounding heart Beating harder by the day Slaving for nothing I wanna change my way I wanna scream out loud I wanna change my way I'm about
Incinerator, what have you done this time? I heard the air raid siren go off To settle attraction, you like to subdivide Don't you want shelter from your
Skeletons built to last in concrete Like tombstones in these barren lands Standing so strong in reflection Against the pale grey sky These suburbs are
No restraint on the edge of insanity (On the edge of insanity) Greed never enough for the rich life Slowness, flesh is heavy and frail Seven deadly sins
Voices out of the darkness Shadowy bodies from eternity A soft breeze betrays the presence Milleniums imprisoned A life of suffering United in dead soul
A thousand times you peer into their hearts A thousand times you abduct their hope A thousand times you perceive the dark voices A thousand times you
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Let's have a black celebration Black celebration Tonight To celebrate the fact That we've seen the back Of another black day I look to you How you carry
Dreams that once found their destiny Soar above carried by sorrow The passage I once followed obstructed by barriers Used up all the knowledge Forgotten
