Liquid life in plastic caves Modern cult of self-decay Surrogate of human race Sick disgusting melted face
Aimless run, all doors are closed, walls are tall Neverending circle of shit
We'll always be a puppets In the hands of the unseen force We'll never find our true direction We'll never find the source There is no river To take us to the sea Only a stenching swamp of shit
Aimless run, all doors are closed, walls are tall Neverending circle of shit