For the sake of beeing destined to devour
Violence speak our nails and teeth, swelling what sleeps beneath
We’re the seconds becoming hours, the years that slowly crumble and cower
Searching for a need, that is more than me
The trauma of birth, mere a discrepancy
Please don’t let me leave
I’m not made for this hardship
A snowman preyieng to his sun supreme
Breed, breed, breed
And feed
The alien in your womb
The brainsucking leech
Don’t stop untill the Über-ich is pleased
Don’t stop untill the Über-ich is pleased
Most comfortably we are diggin holes
In unclear skin
And unconsciously we are choking necks
That are supposed to carry a head
Yes hold my hand but a little tighter now
Just a little tighter now
I won’t forget when I’m hurt
In this dire times you need to be the snake, not the bird
Please make it hurt
Breed, breed, breed
And feed
The alien in your womb
The brainsucking leech
Don’t stop untill the Über-ich is pleased
Don’t stop untill the Über-ich is pleased
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