Posterity Chant şarkı sözleri

Procreated by a dilettante product of squandered sperm drawn from a female test-tube I, degenerated, overgrown germ whose atoms split simultaneously to his internecine shouts in mime of distort faced up facts laid down without reason or rhyme I grope my way through tinned fantasies of lusts of the flesh my instant brain will not keep as I prepare for the fatal clash which comes spontaneously at my highest form of prime as challenger of deadly fate I'm laid down without reason of crime Don't ignore my void I don't ignore your corner oxygen masks...