Future Chill

歌詞

Out amongst the nothing, a retreat The air is dead and stale, the mist it creeps A filthy, stinking child in rags await How where you to know she was the bait You're gonna die! You stop to help the wretched little thing When more emerges with stick and rocks and painful offerings You're beaten, whipped and forced to your demise Your death is witnessed by a band of cruel and vicious eyes Children of the filth Born to rot, raised in ruin Delighting in their kills And they are not alone Your loved ones come to find When they go looking for you And then they'll loose their minds In a rancid cave where lies the grotesquerie bizarre With live ones behind bars Cocks and breasts and faces torn are strewn across the ground While inbred naked freaks Consume with animalistic chewing sounds One by one your "saviors" are consumed Their brains defiled, their bones made into weapons foul and true There's sick rejoicing for the twisted beasts A severed head stares onward while excrements are released Children of the filth Born to rot, raised in ruin Delighting in their kills