what are we celebrating There's always something not to miss, diving back in the abyss And it gets so very stale but tomorrow's a new tale In the frolic
[Lyrics by Lord Worm] Who is this Geoffrey? All I see is this cold cadaver Why is this Geoffrey lying in puddles of pus on a gurney? Tell me of this
What are we celebrating There's always something not to miss Diving back in the abyss And it gets so very stale But tomorrow's a new tale In the Frolic
I take your hand We walk towards where the roses once grew I lie back in the grass and dream of how it once was The rubbishstrewn streets Riperising
ترجمه: Cryptopsy. پاتولوژی ورجه ورجه کردن.
ترجمه: Cultus سرخ. پاتولوژی ورجه ورجه کردن.
ترجمه: 311. اتاق ورجه ورجه کردن.
another What are we celebrating There's always something not to miss Diving back in the abyss And it gets so very stale But tomorrow's a new tale In the Frolic
Cold, as the wind slows you down From the edge of town As a weakened stranger lies before your eyes As the wind slows you down You're chilled to the
Concrete turns moisture Deflated tankers Liquid steelyards All angles collapse And it fits into a circle that starts to revolve From Hoover Dam to Dnyeproges
Pure encharting reconception of self-vindictive truth Over-eating expectation a subregarding sleuth seems to open for correction the understudied mind
This is a day when everything's sick My tongue's stuck, my lungs burn all colors are sick This is everyday, I'll impose it on all To prove that I am
At the end of history Mengele's smiling Trading tanks and Stukas for piss or mucus Or whatever the substance that will do for the tests Where the human
From the pikes of the Inkas, from the abysses of Pamir From the Alps of the Old world, some things are clear, some things are not In the high mountain
Vessels sink, men go under I don't wanna die, it feels like cancer A bridge-collapse, a train that flies I'm scared of the screams that fill the skies
Frogs croak, frogs croak for all From the dark grass outside, you can hear them call Satan is laughing, he is laughing at us all Look at the toiling