Mute

Cheated and seized when in rapture
Observed tortured and siposed of when dead
To posses against will, be it words or distorted display of behavior
Little did I fucking know

So they are out of control
And they are out for some more

Spasm cult
Tongue of feet cold
And their void's fulfilled through assertions
To explain the worthlessness in which they so noble dwell

And now... my spit turning to rape scene

They'll strap me down
Exposing me to the shattered face of humanity
Through no efforts I'm now part of this profanity


Taal: Engels
Stijl: Heavy Metal; Death Metal; Speed/Thrash Metal