歌词
Our hearts are moribund. A gut full of the final breath. A worthless and devalued class is broken up and boiled in acid baths. I'm so sick eating bloods - you're not sick like us. There's no point in denying it. This hereditary diet burrows just one snap away from the bleeding heart I used to fake. I'm so sick of eating bloods - you're not sick, sick like us. You're not sick - sick like this. I'm so sick of eating flesh.