Текст песни Bacterium - Fyrce Muons

Similar time, walled in sense of evil
Similar time, walled in sense of mind
Patience in time, for walled in sense of spiders
Similar time, walled in sense of mind

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Eating his spider pie
When all crawled in with their leering grins
And said what a bad boy am I

What is it that I insert here
What kinds of lines will I use
It's like inserting Greek into a paper
Only an outline
Pacing back and forth, looking at a screen, wondering if they'll ever come to me again
Fly high with inner violence
Wrestling with the many spiders who live in here
Insert words with other meanings here
Take the big slam down
Or keep burying the same passages in the heavy graves that hold them

Similar time, walled in sense of evil
Similar time, walled in sense of mind

Patience in time, for walled in sense of spiders
Similar time, walled in sense of mind
Just the man I want to meet
Waltzing

Similar time, walled in sense of evil
Similar time, walled in sense of mind
Patience in time, for walled in sense of spiders
Similar time, walled in sense of mind

And now that I'm finished here, this is just the beginning
Things are now so out of control that a dull pain just sits lounging in my body
Deeper wounds can't be any worse than the constant line of spiders feeding in my skull
Tick tock
Tick tock goes the clock
It seems like a time to reveal