Abort the soul. Plant the seed.
The natural state fall casualty.
Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...
Icons worshiped. Lobotomize.
Forked tongues. Slivered spines.
Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...
Shout platitudes above idiots fervor.
Let us obey. Lambs to slaughter.
Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...
Bloodlust satisfied. Salvation sold.
For the new Christ. Abort the soul.
Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...
In vacant minds abort instinct.
Abort The Soul
текст песни Initial StateКомментарии:
Войдите или зарегистрируйтесь, чтобы оставить комментарий