paroles de chanson The Science Of Splendor - Fyrce Muons

This pest about
Give me some eyes
Get on your knees and praise to those in rot
They tunnel under waste
They sit and wait upon detritus and graze
They sit and pray
Bottom feeder these
A centipede

That son of god was taken with rage
The body was maimed
It's not a maze but a game with a cage
Following this intrigue the crime becomes the balm of age
It's a crime to follow greed
It's a crime to be hate

Growing dim stains yet beauty remains
In the centipede of fear
The pure voracious efficiency
The science of splendor creates frightening amaze
Nightmare crave the shiny ivory gleam
Impaled as it came into the jaws
Seized and immersed alone