Текст песни The Fruits Of Ill Virtue

You shall die so many times before you perish Surrounded by living, self indulging mirrors Digesting temptation's stolen fruit Moving on self-fulfilled circles Personality hanged on a rope called capitalism Organism breathing a life of false ecstasy You shall die so many times before you perish Consuming the fruits of ill virtue Personifying the sickening nature of man's lechery Lusting society's forbidden fruit Loving in uncaring detachment Creativity sacrificed to a world of conventions Hedonism existing in a maelstorm of lies