Текст песни The Fury

Forward on! Just to go on! Directionless rush, for close by, before Species specific-motion No chance for equilibrium - stop! Fetid, persistent stench of the race Rushes in every slot Sticking all together into a mass I hate you! I hate us! You know what I mean? Fuck off! This world stigma cries out on your forehead Anti-god prepares your own personal void The only way to equilibrium Kill yourself! But...