Рогатые трупоеды - 6AM:my peace of sex | Текст песни

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6 AM the jazz begins
Suck through a fag
Inject the beans...
Then siege an underground keep
Tucked in a mass of fellow creeps
Hunched over in a sweating pack
With bags and knuckles in my back

An iron worm in concrete wreath
My skin it reeks with someone's breath
A many-faced yet faceless pile
I close my eyes and hope you choke in pain and fucking die

Like squads of roaches of roaches that pest your kitchen
The human virus spreads through the eons
Malignant tumor of god's creation
A rotten lot in procreation

Changing the line en route to hell
Terminal inferno

Amoeba nation - you make me sick
So full of yourselves, pathetic gimps
A belch of nature lord's greatest joke
Extermination - the only choice

Worm spits out the masses, crazed in frantic madness, on they rush
Stomp and maim each other, mad at one another, kill and crush
Empty stands the golden throne
Hell has frozen to the bone
God and devil both are gone
In this world we are alone

Bones are crached and ground, pain's the only sound, in my ears
All that was constructed, hauled into destruction, all these years
Empty stands the golden throne
Hell has frozen to the bone
God and devil both are gone
In this world we are alone