歌词
I am a stranger lurking alone
In my own vicious wilderness
While the meat in my chest
Squeezes and teases a hulking hunger
Growing in motion
Balance is but a shimmering notion
And lurching compelled
My soul in its special realm
Of wet mortal limbus
Perpetually thirsty
But I bask in a beautiful byproduct
From twisting torque of dichotomy
What my eyes do see
In this spilling dead wicked desert, it dances
Born of Babel
Is now raison d'etere for the rabble
I sing my soul with tongue
A sword in the sunlight
Thrashing and flashing glossolalia
