Man To Father Fire کے بول

Radioactivity Translucent geometric forms Here we go again, doom and gloom That's fucking typical of you, selfish Bury the shit under the carpet yuppies, pseudo-intellectuals You reek of self-righteousness, pointing the fingers Look in the mirror and when you've finished Your self-induced multiple orgasms Will you ever notice that you have a lot in common with Hitler? Given the circumstances Every one of you is a dormant or active atrocity Nascent virions, vermin, parasites Our only chance is that you metamorphosize into cannibals And eat yourselves, surely I gest Our chance Who are we, mutations of nature's creation? Destroyers of the splendours of Mother Earth? Rapists, mass murderers of innocent species? We are a plague And nature herself shall cast down her own creations Into the wrath that shall cleanse the Earth Father fire