Letra de Crawl

Cockroaches crawl through the eye sockets
Fodder to the earth like generations before
Somehow we've figured out how to become more selfish
Than our crooked mentors
Death has become a spectacle
Corpses rotting away in golden-plated tin cans
Made from the wood that's been ripped from the soil
Gaia curses your soul
Death has become a spectacle
Corpses rotting away in golden-plated tin cans
Made from the wood that's been ripped from the soil
Gaia curses your soul