Set back, blinded by my illusions, contagion My seed is illusion, the balance seems to stay motionless and wicked
My tentacles are growing to hug you better My roots are rotting to soil you better My tentacles are growing to hug you better My roots are rotting to soil you better
I will have sway over you, so stronger and faster you will be Among soiling people, soiled, motionless and soiled...
My tentacles are growing to hug you better My roots are rotting to soil you better My tentacles are growing to hug you better My roots are rotting to soil you better
Desire, my sex is mastering you, Ecstasy as an artificial paradise Silence, I can share my silence Communion, but my silence is without a smile
No tears to share, nothing to share
Silence, I can share my silence Communion, but my silence is without a smile
From that time fed with my sediments stagnating in a cesspool You will forever be motionless Too late to creep to the end of the tunnel, too late !
(My tentacles are growing to hug you better My roots are rotting to soil you better)