歌词
Dare we speak, lest our voices be heard above the din of an unnatural birth, a birth of many generations at once and we it's keepers watch this horror from below take form...
Dare we say, we consecrate this union of manured flesh upon which boils lester and on opening, the sores reveal "children", umbilical cords receiving liquid filth an act somewhat obscane...
And so, slowly they scatter away from their blemished "nests"- oftspring born inside out moist organs adorning breast and torso and from their bowels they nurse...
So what purpose would these serve?
A creature which mates itself and spawns visceral demons!
Dare we say, there's to be a change in the food chain-caveat...