歌词
I kiss the locusts hands and touch the nails of Jesus ones
Licking the feather jewels of my wife with this collapsed eyes
In perfume with the salt of baptist
The half bath of my countless youth
On the humiliated cross of Christ
And on the ghost of morons lovers
To die is a myth
I realize the pecans condition
Roses are pronounced on prayers
I realize the pecans cannons
Are full of weapons with wisdom prayers
My flight is my virtue
And I soil my sinister true face
Your beloved god
I request the shut down
I saw him drowning in my aspernian
In the dim light of the dark constellation of hell
I won't be chained to you forever
I won't be victim of my human desires
My flesh not praying for mercy anymore
And my soul has got living a black web
All the space of black web
Devouring the ones who pose I
The dominating is so transcendence
I believe a treasure full of misery
And fill the cobweb
The neurophobic
The neurophobic
Marked me
The shadow of myself
Try the beyond
