| Song | Burning Cells |
| Artist | Disarmonia Mundi |
| Album | Nebularium |
| like flesh in a slaughter house | |
| I know we are pleasant cowshed upset like a pig in his gore swim fast and fuck your needs you’re not alone now let it go! wanna close your eyes tired of this nauseating cream but strobos flash your skin and you know you’re done, trippin’ down you can transgress now rebel against what? no choice, one way to get rid of the shit stored need some vaseline? to keep good all she promises can’t be slave to the image display your illness you became slave, stupid fucker! how long will it last all a story to live one thousand of cells to hive, to burn from now you can begin light dissolving in my saliva under the tongue fire claustrophobia your brain is suffering inside exploding he found his grave in your mind try to get up fucker you’re sitting or you’re already standing tell me which’s your aftershave you are a floweret by this side to whom someone broke the stalk |
| like flesh in a slaughter house | |
| I know we are pleasant cowshed upset like a pig in his gore swim fast and fuck your needs you' re not alone now let it go! wanna close your eyes tired of this nauseating cream but strobos flash your skin and you know you' re done, trippin' down you can transgress now rebel against what? no choice, one way to get rid of the shit stored need some vaseline? to keep good all she promises can' t be slave to the image display your illness you became slave, stupid fucker! how long will it last all a story to live one thousand of cells to hive, to burn from now you can begin light dissolving in my saliva under the tongue fire claustrophobia your brain is suffering inside exploding he found his grave in your mind try to get up fucker you' re sitting or you' re already standing tell me which' s your aftershave you are a floweret by this side to whom someone broke the stalk |