Songtext von Solid Gold Beating

Let's reveal those who are less than receptive to invitation. As they repeal the weak and ambitious from a mouthful of dirt. We rid ourselves of anything unpure. We've lots of room for the vicious and obscure. Trade up adventures and cyclical psychoticism...Perpetual dicotomism in the narrative waste. With the most disgusting face, I personify this disgrace. But you are the honesty of sparse virgins who equate death with pain and lack of sorrow. There's no tomorrow, so focus on the pains of the day....You're never getting out of the Theatre! Interpret love as sin...The audio-syncratic crutch. Believe so, in the need to be voracious. But the pit is spacious enough to bleed from all holes and start rotting from the outside in. We rid ourselves of anything faithful.