Fucking Conveyor

Memories of devostated corpses
Open the next events of it's own
Absolutly bured bones
O alcohol - blasphemy, alright...

The lifeless layer of my thoughts
Unexecepts the crash of that
Temporary holyness
And again - extreme productivity
Of the sholder blades - our thrashing machines

I am a joner
Making wooden dwellings
For their remains - the sours for
Thrasing machine

Hunting the material
Pulling out their frameworks
I am increasing productivity
Of the desecration by the thrashing machines

Memories are endless
And this is the fucking ravishing conveyor