To Elysium Bug Lyrics

Bug Lyrics

[One some terms I'm rather easily annoyed. Persons can be parasites, think of so
called friendships, think of some govermental whorish institues. Let them fuck
themselves into oblivion. So lovely to mirror themselves, might be senseless,
but it feels good. It's allright to give, even if you get not much in return,
tides turn, just as long as it doesn't eat you away.]







Insect, your host is dead







Make it come



Take it down



Back to the heavy basics







Vagrant, your host is dead



Homeward, your host is dead



Insect, your host is dead







Sleeper during the day



At night high on thin air



All that you bless



Has grown from emptiness







Between word and world



Lies the hurt and hurt the lies