Paroles: Isis. Poison Eggs.

The revisionist's death by her own
hand poison egg the implement I am
chest deep in her swarm poison egg
reverse swallowed I see them seething
between her fingers she sets them
free I bleed me blood flowing no
clotting flowing faster the swarm
is feeding defeat. defeat.
You would look so magnificent crawling
on those bloodied knees the swarm is
flocking to the wound thier speed only
matched by thier efficiency glory is

relative to the one that lives in defeat

the revisionist's death by her own hand
poison egg the implement i am chest deep
in her swarm poison egg recerse swallowed
defeat. defeat. defeat. defeat.