[Music: Steer] [Lyrics: Walker] Can you smell the rot? As opportunity knocks. The foul stench of success. This carcass in decay, Well past it's sell
[Music: Steer] [Lyrics: Walker] The spirit distilled, the soul is bought. The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught. The germination of reproduction, Complex
Works of art, painted black Magniloquent, bleeding dark Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited Food for thought, so prolific In contrasting
