- Жанр
- Дэт-метал
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- KILL DECRY
- Студия
- Lak Records
- Текст
- Toys of the cryptic scenery
My cheeks touch cold crypt door
Plunging into the scent of despair
Of those mothers who died undelivered.
Meet hooks stick out concrete graves,
Putrid tears of seduced Jesus.
Proving sugar isn`t flesh
These children have to play their roles.
As the moonlight cult of the mortal alligiation.
As the awful stare of dreams hadn`t come true.
The toys` knifed panties full of bloody sperm.
The hour the dead girl dance
Acid will choke all the town.
As the grin of god to the impregnant
And in the toilet Virgin`s young is tied off.
When soul destruction is complete.
The rotting threds of my art
Is not easy to find.
The prints of kisses rot irreversibly
Among the Jesus words, on their turned blue foreheads.
Creative despoth of powdered inner space
Lift their eyelids with long and sharpened nails.
The hour the dead girl dance
Acid will choke all the town.
My cheeks touch cold crypt door
Plunging into the scent of despair
Of those mothers who died undelivered.
Meet hooks stick out concrete graves,
Putrid tears of seduced Jesus.
Proving sugar isn`t flesh
These children have to play their roles.
The soul frustration, expectoration…
The soul frustration, expectoration…