Offspring 歌詞

Guide us upon the straight path Of those whom you have blessed and favored Not of those upon whom wrath comes Nor those who go astray My body is feeling sick Without bents which God gives to me How I wish to stick me clows Deep under your breathing skin Oh, whore, my nature... At time when storm wins Cold wind takes my human image away Material feeling is now unreal The ancient Gods At the and of my way Bleak horizon before my eyes Helpless creatures are colouring sea to red No vitality in dying sky In the gasping air I swallow my pain Going through the loss of flesh To reach the darkest side out there I open up my secret face Child's evil smile is judging my meat Those civil thoughts Surrounding my being Suffocating my desires