Tekster:
Rudimentary Peni Echoes Of Anguish

language of agony, torment in sound. weeping of ancestors formed into words. the echo of anguish, primeval sorrow

ruthless blade of trespass, upon soft flesh of mind. in absence still remembered, you will return in time.

fashioned from stone, our blood is cold, as the lifeless rock through which inertia flows

when we first met, i was alone, and so were you. when we first touched, i was alone, and so were you. when we first fucked, i was alone, and so were

should i speak or silence keep, your verdict is unswayed. communicate we never will, so hatred has its way

i know all about your secret life, your feminine mystique, your falsity. your innocent promiscuity, and your hypocritical cruelty hold no mystery for