Songtext von Viral Grounds

Caged in delight, wailing happily through the nuclear fog Slave of the Carbon 14 cloud, you swing by chains of invisible torture Puppeteer perverse, your marionette has clipped it's own strings And in the snow -- limbless, bleeding (as the dove breaks it's own wings) In landscapes of wrought iron animals, frozen writhing beasts lurk Morphing delusively, waltzing in traumatic worlds, we no longer respond Mechanical wolves, LCD predators waiting to pounce Victimised, giggling in a realm of objectophilia, Save me! Oh, pixelated Prince of Peace Worship the plastic powers! (Born-again Herods with gleaming swords, in firelight conspire) Endtime prophecy is a needless argument When the earth's spirit is dead We are bathing in it's final breath Spluttering in it's decay Playing with it's amputations Caressing it's seeping wounds Bleeding cavern embraces me Poison tomb infects me Tower climbers preaching the end But I'm already tasting skeletons Eidolons of confusion cloud the inner self Dementia children roam through parentless hallways Blindfolded in spiritual chloroform Corruption seed flourishes A garden of toxic narcotics Lead the masses into empty skull caverns That festers above the swamps of madness Aglow with the curse of mankind Let us prey on apathetic hearts Thrown into swirling oceans of suicide