In our maximum Iron-Age
And in the name of astrology.
Inside of me veiling torment
I guess I’m not normal, ’cause you’ll never know.
I rather you not see, and then to have you, self-destruct
So, I’ll go on and slime away, now.
I’m not happy about reality, for me, it’s the animals
Oh, Gaia.
Where are you my representative
Done down to this, one.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cYzDjSvQQQ