Goatroach piosenki

These are not the hands To be clasped in prayer Nor were these knees Made for kneeling Not in servitude nor prayer These hands were made for great and terrible things For acts to be memorized In the annals of history And the subconscious of...

Can you hear me, O Lord? Out of clay you made me Cursed to endure this agony Of burning mind And vile lusts These base desires Trap us in these mindless games Played for favors And imaginary advantages Over our equally lost brethren O god...

come and go dig and fill you’re the last to know most likely last one to see the echoes from oceans to drown and drown I will, for sure echoes from oceans to drown and drown I will, for sure don’t mind keeping the lights on all these halos w...

Has there ever been a time more fitting for selfdestruction? My suicidal urges barely Kept in check thus far Civilization an ever-swirling toilet That just won't flush All around me goddamn monkeys Content in their golden cages Whatever hop...

Looking down I see my body Which I don't seem to inhabit anymore I wore it long That old shell But it has now Reached the end Of it's usefulness And the time has come To pass on To the next dimension As my self disintegrates My gras...