Songtext von Future Cult (Plastic Flesh Worships Demigod)

Masquerade of feckless truth Essence - all stone dead orchestra Magma - my perfect gold For release the chains of the absence Mental cage of plastic mind Where and when you exist? Progeny of a reversal core Plastic flesh worships demigod Future cult... Silent breathe with feckless hope Your eyes display a leprous corpus Whispering scars sound from your throat Plastic flesh worships demigod I walk hand in hand with the future Notwithstanding selfdestruction Intoxicated spine of your essence An echo consisting from emptiness