Temple of the Insects

The weapons are cheap here for the C4 at heart The Semtex is right there, the past is gone before the future starts Smile - you're in between black sheets, where your ethics cheat Smile - your tongue licks on spoiled meat, it's raw and sweet Ride! Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes Ride the dark This is the shade that you idolize A god with Cotard's syndrome, the perfect lame imbecile A spirit built from bones, our history breed what future kills Shine - you're sold on the wet streets, where your conflicts meet Shine - yor mind feast and night shrieks, a bloody treat Ride! Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes Ride the dark This is the shade that you idolize Smile - you're in between black sheets Smile - your tongue licks on spoiled meat, it's raw and sweet Torn from the rays of dawn The spectrum's black for the shattered spawn Crushed by the hammer's head Watch our eyeballs rust and hopes turn dead Ride! Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes Ride the dark This is the shade that you idolize as the judgements rise