Kishore Kumar Hits

Byzantine - The Filth of Our Underlings текст песни

Исполнитель: Byzantine

альбом: The Fundamental Component


The filth of our underlings
Shall never nourish me completely
Our knowledge is bending our brainwaves congealing
Force feed the piety that humans are bleeding
Silk purse from a sows ear is what I'm knitting
Nourishing off the fat of our rendering
Hail to our underlings
Our destinies embraced
Surrender unto abysmal weight
Hail to our underlings
Toiling away
Collapsing into a servile state
Mouth of komodo shall harbour our healing
Poisons the serum as our sores are revealing
Hang nerves out to dry to dampen the feeling
Rendering for self-symbiotic feeding
Hail to our underlings
Who knows not to fight
Peel back the scabs to blind them all with light
The filth of our underlings shall never nourish me completely.

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