Lyrics
blackened by the fire of genes
Contemplate your own creation, this shit in the lungs
Piss in the nostrils, and grime in the throat, glory to the foolproof architect
two pupils split rotten
drowned in blood
piss in the nostrils
Innoxculate the poison, contemplate your own creation
Innoxculate the poison, horrifying reality, and grime in the throat
There s no men, completely emptied
And grime in the throat, blind genitor Architect, intoxicate the liquid of life
Completely emptied, reminds me of the source and origin
Used in pasture, intoxicate the liquid of life
To our divine creators, intoxicate the liquid of life
This shit in the lungs, two pupils split rotten
There s no god, this shit in the lungs
Blackened by the fire of genes, fruit of holy abjection
drowned in blood
Contemplate your own creation, there s no world, two pupils split rotten
glory to the foolproof architect
Bringer of misery, innoxculate the poison, fruit of holy abjection
There s no men, contemplate your own creation Genesis, intoxicate the liquid of life
innoxculate the poison
There s no god, contemplate your own creation
To our divine creators, used in pasture
Two pupils split rotten, completely emptied, and grime in the throat
Reminds me of the source and origin, innoxculate the poison, blackened by the fire of genes
There s no men, glory to the foolproof architect, two pupils split rotten
bringer of misery
reminds me of the source and origin
Completely emptied, this shit in the lungs, blind genitor
contemplate your own creation
Contemplate your own creation, blackened by the fire of genes
Blind genitor, piss in the nostrils
Reminds me of the source and origin, intoxicate the liquid of life
to our divine creators
there s no men
To our divine creators, piss in the nostrils
Innoxculate the poison, innoxculate the poison, completely emptied
two pupils split rotten
Two pupils split rotten, there s no world
Reminds me of the source and origin, there s no god, used in pasture
Reminds me of the source and origin, this shit in the lungs, used in pasture
This shit in the lungs, glory to the foolproof architect