Testo di Decay

Look at his ugly face When he smiles When his smallest wrinkles Show his vice He’s the kind of plague you’d better stay clear from An anthology of crimes, the embodiement of sin And he says he’s proud, and he says he’s proud And he says he’s always proud To play this role in his life to play this role in his life and to be Always proud Consider the damage done When he acts Please cover up his eyes When he dies His attractive disguise is nothing but an illusion Decay, fragments, rubbles Faces, rotten faces