CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Orphan Limbs
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs' echo rising
From the depths of that wide trench
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs' echo rising
From the depths of that wide trench
Frenzy! Shrieks! Revel! Flesh!
The pulp of our existence
Soaked in greed
For higher vitality
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs' echo
Rising from the depths
Of that wide trench
Of that wide trench
The pulp of our existence
Soaked in greed
For higher vitality
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs' echo rising
From the depths of that wide trench
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs' echo rising
From the depths of that wide trench
Frenzy! Shrieks! Revel! Flesh!
The pulp of our existence
Soaked in greed
For higher vitality
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs' echo
Rising from the depths
Of that wide trench
Of that wide trench
The pulp of our existence
Soaked in greed
For higher vitality
