Letra de Post-Human (The X-Morph Deathcult)

Here's a story I can't tell About a soul who went to hell And the day that it returned With crafts and images that I had learned I take the lid of the dead Cryptic lyrics I once said With Great Spirit Out of mind Casting spells out of time Post-human out of line As the story generates Like the X-Morph death-cult legislates Like these spells and curses can't be banned Mystic industries until the very end Paragon arithmetic Post-human misanthropic Hell... All these stories I can't tell Cryptic wastelands Paragon arithmetic Post-human misanthropic Gonna cross my heart and hope to die Fuck the protoplast to mental suicide repeat 2 The nightmare cast, we take revenge, sterile and delusive As the cult grows strong, brave neo-born, post-human out of line Electric mist, synthetic winds, phantom planetarium As the heavens fall, downright chemical, out of sight, out of mind