Bloodpit "The Juvenile Hell" |
I expect to taste a refined flavour Something from the finest dished on earth I've got no menu the servant evades me So I don't have to pay the bill Carnal, component breed Wine God my guide Jaws my glass A frog in my mouth eats the fly on my plate God this is the juvenile hell People bending all around a garden for dolls The superficial group is here right when the music starts I want out can't handle this nonstop beat This paralysis kills me fast and you just twitch Gone are the bounds Modern human being Cheap production is rampant God,this is the juvenile hell Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |