Letra de Numbered Days

A filthy steam of throbbing flesh Generated through ages of time and dust Supposed to be the last mass All wrapped up in malicious human lust A god-denying, self-imposed tale Macabre, yet intriguing fascinating A world high on stale Why are we all hibernating ? A breath-taking experience for any and all Gut wrenching pleasure Bravest are the ones who still stand tall By all means, use it as a measure Our days are numbered - all the way down Catle and men - all going to end Spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten White noise, it is all tormenting our souls A kin so near, still so far away It cuts through even our bowls Can anyone lead the goddamn way ? A shower of blood, a sink full of waste An idiot with an icon, a moron short of words Is that what you call good taste ? Where is the mouth full of worms ? Our days are numbered - all the way down Catle and men all going to end spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten Let's pray it's going to be quick