storm of sorrows - the art of perfect back-stabbing lyrics
sucking purs poison from the teats of the triple
among those primates truth is sour as liquid fix
self+fixed servants of the grand disillusion
pulling venom’s strings, the truth under aim
perverted beliefs, insane morality
elite stigma in a common shape
bizarre, frantic philosophy, blessed by the sick
by the words of murder profane conception k!lls
kicking pure honey from the lips of the triple
parasite kindness, truth as sweet as salt
self+fixed servants of the worst odd abuse
selling souls for gold, thе truth under attack
manipulation, misshaped reality
forsakеn priest of forsaken words
bizarre, frantic philosophy, blessed by the sick
by the words of murder profane conception k!lls
preaching seduce with a poisoned aura
stabbing your back in ingenious ways
bizarre, frantic philosophy, blessed by the sick
by the words of murder profane conception k!lls
fixing pure poison like a wh0re of the triple
reckless liars, truth is sour as liquid fix
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