The city of decay,
controlled by something
is overthrown by immaterial monsters.
They rely on those bags of flesh.
The brains crawling on the earth will breed.
I see an undesirable escape,
only that is unseen.
I won't allow the trap
that everyone tolerates.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
Eat the fucking rust.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
I grow the rust.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
In my dying soul,
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
The thorny path.
The city of decay,
controlled by something
Is overthrown by immaterial monsters.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
Eat the fucking thorns.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
I grow the thorns.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
The erosion continues.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
The thorny path.
I see an undesirable escape,
only that is unseen.
I won't allow the trap
that everyone tolerates.
A pleasant view brings a moment of hope.
A garden in which we live as puppets.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
Eat the fucking rust.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
I grow the rust
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
in my dying soul.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
The thorny path.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
Eat the fucking thorns.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
I grow the thorns
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
The erosion continues.
La, la la la, la-la-la, la la~
the thorny path.
English Translation: Damianne_Violet
