| Lyrics: | when is the hour?
now or never
passing of the sand through hands
un-nurtured
see it
right in front of me
nulify
wage a war on the spineless
i tire of
writhing,
crawling - with maggots
writhing, crawling - with maggots
writhing, crawling - with
maggots
writhing, crawling - with maggots
lowest getting
lower
un-rectified
the heirloom of un-culture
swine breeding
divide and yield cocoon
sealed
diminished
so when is the hour
i'd say never
writhing, crawling - with
maggots
writhing, crawling - with maggots
writhing, crawling - with maggots
writhing,
crawling - with maggots |
