Christian Meat Songtext
von Lost Soul

Soul broken, an empty shell
Rusty knife cuts your infantile dreams
From the bowels of the world depraved
Slow abortion that never ends

Disgusting rituals of spawning hope
Expected answer in musty words
His dead tongue is like an umbilical cord
Through which they sip sick visions

Suppressed are crippled thoughts
Torn into shreds weak belief

Emanating in twisted images
Fearing to be divided


No cure for this disease
Devouring from the inside

Shining jewel, a thing of pride
Turns into ashes trampled down
Shining jewel, a thing of pride
Turns into ashes trampled down

Disgusting rituals of spawning hope
Expected answer in musty words
His dead tongue is like an umbilical cord
Through which they sip sick visions

A soul borken, an empty grave
And blackness here so cold around
Torn into shreds weak belief
There′s no place for eternal rest