A filthy steam of throbbing flesh
Generated through ages of time and dust
Supposed to be the last mass
All wrapped up in malicious human l***
A god-denying, self-imposed tale
Macabre, yet intriguing fascinating
A world high on stale
Why are we all hibernating?
A breath-taking experience for any and all
Gut wrenching pleasure
Bravest are the ones who still stand tall
By all means, use it as a measure
Our days are numbered - all the way down
Catle and men - all going to end
Spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten
White noise, it is all tormenting our souls
A kin so near, still so far away
It cuts through even our bowls
Can anyone lead the g****** way?
A shower of blood, a sink full of waste
An idiot with an icon, a moron short of words
Is that what you call good taste?
Where is the mouth full of worms?
Our days are numbered - all the way down
Catle and men all going to end
spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten
Let's pray it's going to be quick
Generated through ages of time and dust
Supposed to be the last mass
All wrapped up in malicious human l***
A god-denying, self-imposed tale
Macabre, yet intriguing fascinating
A world high on stale
Why are we all hibernating?
A breath-taking experience for any and all
Gut wrenching pleasure
Bravest are the ones who still stand tall
By all means, use it as a measure
Our days are numbered - all the way down
Catle and men - all going to end
Spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten
White noise, it is all tormenting our souls
A kin so near, still so far away
It cuts through even our bowls
Can anyone lead the g****** way?
A shower of blood, a sink full of waste
An idiot with an icon, a moron short of words
Is that what you call good taste?
Where is the mouth full of worms?
Our days are numbered - all the way down
Catle and men all going to end
spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten
Let's pray it's going to be quick