Uranus کے بول

What are you now? Castrated by your son The odd spring scattered on the deep From Aphrodesia You sexless fraud From chaos choreographed Defiled us in a fit of rage The earth will find its way Violent storm, from mysterious vengeance lies Born from incest, as the evidence flipped its eyes Cross me with your wildness, snake-eyed warrior's knife Aquarius, the scorpion Your venom kiss, my guardian I trust your touch, I trust your cries Render the knife, cut off my kind My, you, they, we, us My, you, they, we, us My, you, they, we, us My, you, they, we, us