Songtext von Flesh Puppet

Insipid, void of all hope abound with emptiness Integrity in absentia bland and faceless, laced with tedium Desultory, forged in weakness flesh puppets and parasites Lower than a serpent's cunt thriving in disgrace The scum stand proud languishing in their own filth Pinnacle of the false sycophantic waste of existence Karma expired in the season of the leech May they die by our own hands