Текст песни Flesh Architect

Darkness around me I feel a chill The graves are open My dream fulfilled Select the finest parts To create my God I hack it up And leave the mud I will give it life My God of thousand parts Dead flesh architect Infested with scars Funerals I atend To find the perfect dead Searching through obituarys Legs, arms, guts or a head With love of my work Details are essential No room for errors I'm creating God Darkness around me I feel a chill The graves are open My dream fulfilled Select the finest parts To create my God I hack it up And leave the mud I will give it life My God of thousand parts Dead flesh architect Infested with scars