paroles de chanson Hybrid Predators of the Poison Bog - Skeptik

Not a word spoken as the barrels from a plant leak
Loaded up, taken down, poured into a back creek

Hidden back in the trees, toxic waste glowing green
Emptied in the flowing river right behind a neighborhood
Sludge in the undertow, no one fucking has to know
Keep it out of papers, try to bury it and let it go

When the night falls, the wicked don't rest they fucking
Run from the hybrid predators of the poison bog

Foreign chemicals, scrambling genetic codes
Forms amphibious, deep within the mud arose

In the dead of night, dampened air is hanging low
Vengeance in the atmosphere, a suffocating dense cloud
Moving out, hunting their creators in a quiet rage
Slipping in between the silent windows of a sleeping town

When the night falls, the wicked don't rest they fucking
Run from the hybrid predators of the poison bog

Your wicked seed was planted exposed your filthy secrets
And retribution finds you, crawling out from beneath the creek

When the night falls, the wicked don't rest they fucking
Run from the hybrid predators of the poison bog