Текст песни Inhale The Hyper Pulse

When you thought you stood in line, was when it all fell down Sub seed the lead, the conscious of your greed Sub feed, so weak... Excretion of morality Deplore the purity Makes wounds infiltrate Survival of the fittest Into jet-sets of disease Control the spine of your engine Control the spine of your god Black out the leech in your pulse now Inhale the hyper pulse When you thought you stood in line, was when it all fell down Sub seed the lead, the conscious