Purpose 歌词

They assume a different shape as they become aware of the cancer that eats at their flesh a revelation of death and life becomes more than just the pieces of dreams that it was in the beginning of this faceless creation An anemone breathing A cancerous wound Tasteless in form yet faithful to all that it tastes it remains Though it remains insatiable wasting its form on the flavourless aura of hatred Born and bred in the incessant cesspool of neverness It never preyed before it preyed on them And though it hates them It will remember them