Omnium Gatherum Writhen Letras:
"To get out of smell of mould, to get back on
your feet again - let every god have his day"
- and again the leather is black as i lie on
fragments of glass, more broke than ever - no more
ti amo - trying not to hate the guts we all have -
'cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt - now
we still hate it when we play the part of the
greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa
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edelleen - and who swore not to let it out in here
just to see the boots rot away in one's feet - so
better ring the bell of whoredom if it wants to
ring, or just forget all perverse offerings - the
writhing stays the same even if you got the guts
and you feel the guilt - now we still hate it when
we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa
siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen - minne sattuu
ihmiseen - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka
vuotaa edelleen
Letras: Writhen Omnium Gatherum [final]