Bloodpit - The Juvenile Hell текст песни

I expect to taste a refined flavour
Something from the finest dished on earth
I've got no menu the servant evades me
So I don't have to pay the bill

Carnal, component breed

Wine God my guide
Jaws my glass
A frog in my mouth eats the fly on my plate
God this is the juvenile hell


People bending all around a garden for dolls
The superficial group is here right when the music starts
I want out can't handle this nonstop beat
This paralysis kills me fast and you just twitch

Gone are the bounds
Modern human being
Cheap production is rampant
God,this is the juvenile hell