Every time you watch it
Perish the thought again!
Every cow which is lead to slaughter shall bleat
About its innocent god
Every fucking nation already forgot
Of the fallen nature you can see in leaders’ rot
Love the sudden Santa you both wait
Lying late but fight it like autumn opening its eyes
Wait and furnish souls that can’t be poured in reality
Giger chose Santa to be his Lord

INVIA LE CORREZIONI