Teeth - The Fog of Futility - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Climbing the inescapable monument of time. Reaching the summit to ring its bell, just to calmly turn and forget. Inevitability hammered to the crucifix of destiny. Perpetuating its vexing tantrum

behind the ears of hope that burn with adoration. Bridges built atop blistered palms that bleed indifference and delusion. Muted flesh-sacks crawl across concrete arches, their necks carved through by futility's garrote. The spastic tearing of musculature hidden among the fog of dead stars. The howling separation of bone from flesh. Choking down burning dust that never settles. Distortions of embarrassment wailing to be heard by anything other than themselves. A valley carved through the womb of death, so she can raise and cannibalize her worthless children. Frenzied effort answered by the deafening snores of a beast that isn't there. Without worth, without legacy. None but cuffed to prisons of flesh. Finite in the belly of infinity.