Текст песни
The gray lung of creepy life
Whispers echoes in the void
Regular beats, gaits of line
Maternal womb to deploy
Less than seven days to create
With metal to build that church
Infusing initial update
Corrolarians but only merch
Twilight is the focal point
Of one hall with iron arms
The dark and dusk to be conjoined
The end, the start, it's just farms
I transplant an eye in your vision
Slipped into that incision
I synthesize the arm that will serve them
A device to their realm
As your time goes by, you will be skinned
With the new one, you'll be twinned
For your atoms goes to mincemeat
As for your flesh, I press repeat
Less than seven sins a day
Guilty as charged unlike humans
Only a toy, only a play
Put corpses into ruins
Nothing is lost for nutrition
Nothing to create, we have it
Let speak loudly the physician
It cannot be what's worth the quit
I transplant an eye in your vision
Slipped into that incision
I synthesize the arm that will serve them
A device to their realm
As your time goes by, you will be skinned
With the new one, you'll be twinned
For your atoms goes to mincemeat
As for your flesh, I press repeat
