Оригинальный текст и слова песни Weak Executioner:
"It" has lost the shape of a man. Pitiful existence.
So, where does it wander without purpose.
Naked, primal instincts keeps eating...
"It" has lost the shape of a man. Pitiful existence.
So, where does it wander without purpose.
Naked, primal instincts keeps eating...