A play on words, or words on play Last chapter, verse in the final act Words well scripted, each sentence choking Inaudible gag, blanket which suffocates
[Lead - Steer] Works of art, painted black Magniloquent, bleeding dark Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited Food for thought, so prolific
Sensual awakening Numbing feeling's dead Conception's romanticised Synthesized broken heart's to bled Without emotion you heartstring's played Strummed
[Music: Steer] [Lyrics: Walker] Can you smell the rot? As opportunity knocks. The foul stench of success. This carcass in decay, Well past it's sell
Tearing down the walls Breaching frontiers, unlocking the gates To a new world disorder A fresh balance of terror, the equilibrium of hate/ All flesh
[Music: Steer] [Lyrics: Walker] The spirit distilled, the soul is bought. The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught. The germination of reproduction, Complex
Prognathous gears grind So diligent and serrated they mesh Toothed cogs churn So trechant, against soft flesh Worked to the bone Up to the hilt, depredated
Works of art, painted black Magniloquent, bleeding dark Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited Food for thought, so prolific In contrasting